THE WALL OF FACES

Yesterday, 10/18/2006, Tom would have been 60 years young. I can never imagine him being old. He would probably still be running the streets today in some hot car with the tunes blasting, heading up to Royal Castle late at night for a six pack of burgers to go with the other six packs in the back seat and singing along with the radio.
Anyone who knew him will never forget his tough guy attitude, good heart and constant smile. He was always there for his friends and many, including myself, were proud to say he was our best friend.
Although it has been almost 40 years since he left us, his memory is still very much alive in the minds and hearts of all those whose lives he touched.
I'm proud to say I kept my promise to his mom and named my son after him.
Happy Birthday Brother.

TOm was a friend! He was someone who taught me to survive!He was a valient Marine whom i followed many a patrol. I miss him to this day. Rest well my brother, you served your country well with the ultimate sacrafice and waiting for the rest of us in Heaven.

Thomas is buried at Arlington Nat Cem.

As a fellow Buckeye, I say "THANK YOU"

As a Veteran, I say "JOB WELL DONE, MARINE"

As an American, "YOUR DEATH WAS NOT IN VAIN"

And as a Believer, "YOUR SPIRIT IS ALIVE--AND STRONG"

Although we never met personally, I want to thank you Cpl Graff, for your courageous and valiant service, faithful contribution, and most holy sacrifice, given to this great country of ours!

REST IN ETERNAL PEACE MY MARINE FRIEND

Tom was one of my best friends in grade school and through most of high school even though we went to different high schools. To this day I still miss him. We had some good times together.

I remember his funeral service in North Olmsted. Many of his friends showed up and what touched me the most was that every branch of the armed services was represented in uniform at a time when wearing the uniform wasn't a popular thing to do. I was representing the Air Force and left for Vietnam in September of '69.

At the funeral his mother told me that he was within two weeks of coming home when he was killed and she had received a package from him the day before he died. The package contained his field jacket with a bullet hole in it. He said it was his lucky jacket. I wish he would have kept it on...