Photo By Capt. Mark Lazane | United States Marine Corps Cpl. Michael Wiles, of Willingboro, N.J., speaks with...... read more read more Photo By Capt. Mark Lazane | United States Marine Corps Cpl. Michael Wiles, of Willingboro, N.J., speaks with friends and family members following a memorial service for fellow Marine and best friend, Lance Cpl. Abraham Tarwoe, 25, of Providence, R.I., in Flehla, Liberia, May 17. Tarwoe, who was born in Liberia, died from wounds suffered in combat in Helmand province, Afghanistan, April 12. Wiles was tasked with escorting Tarwoe’s body back to Liberia. At the time of his death, Tarwoe was deployed from 2nd Battalion, 9th Marine Regiment, Camp Lejeune, N.C. Wiles is stationed with 2nd Marine Special Operations Battalion, Camp Lejeune, N.C. see less | View Image Page

FLEHLA, Liberia--In 1998, during the Liberian civil wars, U.S. Marine Corps Lance Cpl. Abraham Tarwoe, then age 12, fled the violence of his home country, searching for peace.



“For many reasons, he didn’t want to leave Liberia, he had his friends and his life, but he saw the opportunity that existed in the U.S., so he went,” Tarwoe’s uncle, John Kar said. “We all saw the potential that existed for him in the United States.”



Unfortunately, Tarwoe’s return to his native land would occur under far more solemn circumstances.



Tarwoe, of Providence, R.I., a member of 2nd Battalion, 9th Marine Regiment, Camp Lejeune, N.C., lost his life from wounds sustained in combat in Helmand province, Afghanistan, April 12.



In a service befitting his status as a hero, Tarwoe was laid to rest with full military honors in his home village of Flehla, Bong County, Liberia, May 17.



“Family was very important to him, so he made it clear that if he were to die, he wanted his body to come back to where he was born,” said Kar. “We have a family cemetery, and he wanted to continue to be a part of the family when he passed away.”



Tarwoe had plans to return to Liberia this summer following his redeployment, which would have been the first trip back to his home since he left.



So it was instead on this day, under a constant threat of rain, that a group of over 200 people gathered on his family’s property to celebrate Tarwoe’s life in a midday ceremony.



Attendees were a mix of local villagers, friends and family from the United States and Liberia and a contingent of fellow service members currently stationed in Liberia.



Many arrived hours before the ceremony, finding places to calmly sit and reflect upon the life of a man they knew as a little boy, a boy that had been returned to them, all grown up.



The group crowded under a makeshift canopy, a temporary structure made up of low-hanging branches intertwined to make a thatched roof held up by bamboo poles.



Some attendees were able to sit on benches made of two-by-fours and cinder block.



All the makeshift benches in Liberia, however, may not have been enough to seat the number of people who came to pay their respects to their hero, their friend, their countryman, their brother who had finally made it back home.



When the seats ran out, the people stood.



There were many standing.



Following remarks from friends, family members and U.S. military representatives, Marine Corps casket bearers slowly brought Tarwoe across the rocky, uneven terrain to his final resting place.



Immediately after the service, it began to rain; proving that even nature mourned the loss of a fallen son.



“We all have the desire to return to our home someday,” said Isaac Padmore, Tarwoe’s uncle and, as an ordained minister, the officiator of the ceremony. “Sometimes people return home sooner than others, but we’ll all get there eventually, and when we do, Abraham will be waiting for us.”



Being a member of the U.S. Marine Corps was not the first thing on his mind when Tarwoe arrived in the United States in 1998.



Upon arrival, Tarwoe moved in with family members; first in Providence, R.I., then later, in Newark, N.J., as his parents were not able to come with him to America.



“The first couple of months were difficult for him, because he really missed home and the people he left,” Kar said. “But he adjusted because he met his uncles, cousin and aunts and realized everything would be fine.”



In high school, Tarwoe excelled in sports, particularly track and field and football, where he played running back for Westside High School.



“He was an absolute beast, a monster on the field,” said U.S. Marine Corps Cpl. Michael Wiles, 2nd Marine Special Operations Battalion, Camp Lejuene, N.C., a fellow Liberian who, while growing up in Willingboro, N.J., first met Abraham in high school when their teams played each other. “He ran with grace and elegance, but he also would lower his shoulder and just power into the defender. Being an opponent, I remember standing on the sidelines and saying, 'man, I can’t stand that guy.'”



When not engaged in school activities, Tarwoe enjoyed watching and playing football and soccer, hanging out with friends and being with his family.



“He had this contagious smile,” said Wiles. “He was basically never upset. If something happened, he would forget it in like ten minutes. Everyone liked Abraham. The entire Liberian and West African community in Jacksonville, N.C., is still in shock, because they all knew him. He was a happy guy.”



Following graduation, Tarwoe returned to Rhode Island, where he moved back in with his uncle and began to think about his future.



A short time later, Tarwoe met a few old friends who had joined the Marines, a chance encounter that would ultimately change his life.



“Abraham came to me and my older brother one day and said he had met some friends who were Marines and he decided that he wanted to be one as well,” said Kar, who had taken steps to become a U.S. Navy officer himself when he was younger. “He said, 'Uncle John, I want to follow in your footsteps in trying to join the military, but I want to do so with the Marines.' I told him it was a great idea, that if he wanted to be a Marine, he should go all in for it, and he immediately began working toward that goal.”



Tarwoe joined the Marines in 2009.



“He loved being a Marine,” said Kar. “The last time he came and saw us, for Thanksgiving last year, prior to his deployment, he told me ‘if I die in combat, please know I die for what I love to do.’ He was always going to be a Marine. It was his life and his passion. Abraham would want to be remembered as a Marine; that was his greatest joy. Being a Marine, and being a man who loved his family. That is his legacy.”



It was at his first duty station in North Carolina when Tarwoe happened upon an old gridiron foe, now a fellow Marine: Wiles, who was a supply administration clerk on Camp Lejuene. The two were now no longer rivals, but brothers in arms, dedicated to serving their country.



“I was in line at a bank in Jacksonville, N.C., and we just started looking at each other, each of us kind of trying to figure out who the other person was,” Wiles said. “Then Abraham just said hello to me, and we clicked from there. That was three years ago. We’ve been best friends ever since.”



Wiles and Tarwoe developed a close relationship centered on shared backgrounds and interests.



“We were both dedicated family men, first and foremost,” Wiles said. “We just grew closer together because neither of us had family in North Carolina; it was just me and my wife and he and his wife and son. So we spent a lot of time over at their house, they spent a lot of time over at our house, we were just always together.”



“Abraham loved the Marine Corps,” said Wiles. “He absolutely loved it. We planned on reenlisting together and hopefully taking our families to Okinawa. He wanted to be a Marine forever.”



The first thing Tarwoe did upon deploying to Afghanistan was call his friend Wiles, who had deployed with his unit several months prior to Tarwoe’s arrival.



They never met up in the combat zone, being stationed at different forward operating bases, but they were able to email and talk on the phone and over Internet video chat.



Wiles was back in North Carolina when he found out Tarwoe had died.



“When I got the call, I hung up out of shock,” Wiles said. “I called right back and I asked them over and over again, I was convinced they’d made a mistake. I mean, not my friend, not Abraham. The guy was bigger than life. My wife tells me every day that she can’t believe he’s gone.”



Friends and family members of fallen service members sometimes struggle to define their emotions towards the “ultimate sacrifice,” where a soldier they love is killed in action fighting for his country. Tarwoe’s friends and family don’t have that problem.



“I am a United States citizen; I understand what we stand for as Americans, we stand for peace and that all men should have equal rights, so I don’t feel bad, I feel honored,” said Kar. “I feel honored that Abraham died fighting for a greater cause, the cause of freedom, and his service has brought great honor to our family. I have no ill feelings. I know he died doing what he loved to do and if I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t change anything. I wouldn’t mind, because I know he died for the right cause and I know he knew it, and I know he is in a better place, waiting for the day when he will be reunited with his creator.”



“Initially, Abraham and I joined the U.S. Marine Corps to serve a nation that had given us so much,” Wiles said. “Being from Liberia, the opportunities we received from living in the United States are immense compared to what we could have achieved in Liberia. I still love my country and the Marine Corps. But since that day, April 12, my overriding mission is to carry on and live Abraham’s legacy in the Marine Corps, and in life. My goal is to be that type of Marine, that type of person, that people look up to. That’s what Abraham was. I hope that the Marine Corps will grant me another enlistment in order for me to carry on Abraham’s legacy, to continue to fight the good fight, to continue to bring peace to people who need it, because that is what Abraham would want me to do.”



Tarwoe leaves behind many friends and loved ones, including his wife, Juah, and 18-month old son, A.J., of Providence, R.I., his parents, Abraham and Famata Kar, of Flehla, Bong County, Liberia, and hundreds of other family members.



Though he may be gone, those who know him can rest easy, knowing that Abraham finally made it home.