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Chris M Wrinkle


U.S. Marine Corps



Sergeant Wrinkle passed away while serving his country in Afghanistan alongside his multi-purpose canine, Tosca. Sergeant Wrinkle was born February 3, 1982, in Washington, D.C. Sergeant Wrinkle was a member of Christ Lutheran Church, Dallastown, where he participated in the the Choir, the Youth Group and Boy Scout Troop 43. He graduated from Dallastown High School class of 2001, and was a member of the wrestling team. Chris enjoyed playing the trumpet and guitar. Prior to becoming a Marine, Chris worked at Jerry Food Market and Strevigs gas station. He was a member of the American Legion Post #605, Dallastown. Chris enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corp and completed his basic training at Paris Island, South Carolina.

A member of Wrinkle’s unit struggled to find words to describe the bond shared by Sergeant Wrinkle and his beloved canine partner, Tosca. They were inseparable. A fellow Sergeant said that when the fire broke out in their Herat province barracks, Sergeant Wrinkle called out for him. When he answered and Sergeant Wrinkle knew he was safe, his colleague watched as Chris turned back, disappearing into the fire in a search for his partner. It was the last time he was seen alive – both he and Tosca perished in the blaze.

Sergeant Wrinkle’s colleague says he knew exactly what Chris Wrinkle was doing when he ran back into that burning building – he was trying to save Tosca. “He took a chance on his own life to get her. Chris died a hero.”

Guest book entries for Sergeant Wrinkle describe this hero.

August 08, 2011

I truly hate that this happened. Words cannot express my feelings. We all owe a huge Thank You to Sergeant Wrinkle, Tosca and the rest of the warriors who fell along side them. I haven’t felt so helpless since the twin towers came down. You made a difference Sergeant W, you made a difference.

Staff Sergeant Heimerl (Retired)

I can only say I was so lucky, and am so thankful, and so honored to have known Christopher. I do not have to say I won’t forget him, because if you have ever met Christopher, there is no way you can forget him. And of course, he’s done it again. Once again Christopher is our Pathfinder – going on ahead of us, to scout out the trail for all of us. I know he will be waiting there for us at that heavenly destination with that smile that only our Pathfinder, Christopher, can provide.

William Stewart, Scout Leader Troop 43, Dallastown, Pennsylvania

For Tosca and Christopher:

“Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there.” by Ilsa Paschal Richardson


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