Daniel Alan Davidson

Daniel Alan Davidson

Daniel Alan Davidson was born in Fayetteville, Arkansas, on April 3, 1987, son of James E. and Cynthia L. Davidson. He was the youngest of four children, brother to Joseph Davidson, Sarah McMahan, and Nicky Davidson. He attended elementary school in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, and graduated from Westview High School in Martin, Tennessee. An excellent athlete who excelled in baseball during his school years, Dan was an avid lover of all things related to the Kansas City Chiefs and Jayhawks.

Dan enlisted in the United States Army on March 27, 2008. Like his father and brother before him, Dan joined the 3rd Infantry Battalion and served as a combat infantryman with the 10th Mountain Division at Fort Polk, Louisiana. He deployed to Baghdad, Iraq, from July 2008 through January 2009, in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom, and to Wardak Province, Afghanistan, from November 2010 through November 2011, in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. Daniel was honorably discharged from the Army in February 2012, with the rank of specialist, and returned home to Tennessee.

Home and family always had his heart. He was pursuing a bachelor’s degree at the University of Tennessee. However, when his fiancée, Terrah Eads, told him of a soon to be second child, he placed his degree on hold in order to support his growing family, including son Tyler and unborn daughter Madelynn. In April 2013, Daniel accepted the position of wildland firefighter with the United States Forest Service on Engine 621 of the Sacramento Ranger District. On May 5, 2013, Daniel returned to his Lord Jesus Christ while working with two other engine crew members during a Forest Service project in Monument Springs, New Mexico.

If you knew Dan, you have to smile when you think about him. Dan didn’t walk into a room; he bounced. Full of life and larger than it, too, Dan stood 6′ 4″ when slouching! If you look up the word “escapades” in the dictionary, there was Dan’s picture. You could never be mad at him more than a minute, because in the next minute you would be laughing.

Dan had an enormous amount of love for others. He always looked out for others and would go to their aid if possible. He was a defender of the weak. He couldn’t stand to see suffering. Helping others was something he looked forward to when working with the Forest Service. To quote Dan, “Unlike the Army, no one is shooting at me.” The cause of Dan’s death was dilated cardiomyopathy, an enlarged heart. This couldn’t be more fitting to Dan, a man whose heart was so full of love. A source of constant laughter and love, Daniel Alan Davidson is desperately missed by all. There is no one else on this earth like him.

Steven Allen Sullivan

Steven Allan Sullivan

Steven “Allan” Sullivan was born in San Antonio, Texas, to Lester and Marjorie Sullivan. Soon after his birth, the family moved to Chicago, Illinois, where Allan remained until he entered the United States Navy during the Vietnam War. After discharge, he returned to Chicago to work for his father in his privately owned business.

Allan’s parents divorced, and his mother moved back to Tuscaloosa, her childhood home. While visiting his mother, Allan met his future wife, eventually marrying, and making Tuscaloosa his home. Allan opened his own plastering and painting business, which he operated until his death.

In 1998, the community in which Allan lived united to start a volunteer fire department. Allan was elected chief and served until his death ten years later. The firehouse was a converted barn, with a dirt floor and no heat. Nicol now has trucks and equipment worth over $250,000, some of which was donated in his memory.

The first year in operation, Nicol Fire was honored as “Fire Department of the Year” by the Tuscaloosa County Fire Association. Allan was chosen “Firefighter of the Year” by his department. Until this day, Nicol is still housed in the same barn, now heated by gas heaters. Allan’s dream is still intact that one day a better building will be built.

Allan had a passion for serving his community and was a trusting, helpful person to anyone that needed his help. It was an ongoing saying that if you needed to borrow something from him, even if he were using it, he would let you borrow it. He was an artist, and his skills were superior. He was honored for his work by the Tuscaloosa Historical Society. Allan never met a stranger. People from all walks of life referred to him as “friend.”

Allan became a member of the Moose Lodge in 2005 and was voted his first year there as “Rookie of the Year.” He quickly moved up the ranks to become governor in 2007. The lodge was struggling when he became governor, but he diligently worked, taking on many tasks himself to bring the Tuscaloosa Lodge to one of the best in Alabama.

He was a people person with a heart of gold. Whatever he undertook, he gave one hundred percent. He responded for fire calls whatever the weather, no matter how sick or tired.

Allan left behind his widow, one son, a daughter in-law, and a granddaughter. Although he had only a year with his granddaughter, he loved her deeply, and she touched his heart.

He left a legacy for his community service and willingly helping those in need. There are many who still have their own story to tell about this special man. He was just a simple person with a huge heart.

Daniel J. Hall

Daniel J. Hall

Inmate Firefighter Daniel James Hall was struck and killed by a falling tree while working the fire line on the Springboard Fire.

He was born March 26, 1966, in Everett, Washington, to Joy and Clay Hall. He grew up and attended school in Snohomish.

Danny was a creative and talented artist. He is remembered as outgoing and people-oriented, generous, and kind.

In addition to his parents, Danny is survived by his two sons, Brandon and Tristen; a grandson, Jaden; his grandmother, Ella Songstad; brothers, Buddy(Jeannie) and Timm (Chris); and a sister, Jennifer (Steve). He also left four nieces, Ashley, Kylie, Bailey, and Chloe, as well as many aunts, uncles and cousins.

Danny A. Gomez

Danny A. Gomez

Danny A. Gomez was born December 19, 1959, to Eliza Gomez in Las Vegas, New Mexico. Danny was employed with the Bureau of Indian Affairs as a forestry supervisor. Past employment was with the Forest Service in Colorado. Danny was often a first responder to the fires in the area and sometimes would travel with the agency firefighters as an interagency resource representative.
Danny had a passion for his work and the people that he worked alongside. Danny would share his love of health and fitness with his staff, family, and friends. He was a family man who loved his wife, children, sister, and extended family. He will be remembered fondly by all those close to him as a kind man with a beautiful spirit, at service to others.
Danny was preceded in death by his mother, Eliza Gomez; brother, Richard Gomez; sister, Yvonne Vigil; uncle, Lalo Gomez; and grandmother, Guadalupe Gomez.
Danny is survived by his wife, Deanna Gomez; daughter, Danielle Gomez; sons, Jon Bjork and Tyler Bjork; daughter-in-law, Kali Bjork; sister, Charlie Williams, and her husband, Michael; nephew, Storm Williams; niece, Leona Chavez; great-nephew, Andrew Moore; great-niece, Shaylee Moore; in-laws, David and Donna Myers; brother-in-law, David Myers, and his wife, Nikora, their children, Kelly and Luke Myers, and his wife Beth, and their child, Easton.

William H. Warneke

William H. Warneke

William Howard Warneke, “Billy,” as he was called by family and friends, was an avid outdoorsman. He was born in Hemet, California, on August 13, 1987, to Kathie Holland and Harry Warneke. He was raised in the country and was instilled with the morals of country living—love for country, integrity, honesty, and pride in one’s work. He lived each day with courage.

His courageous spirit led him to enlist in the United States Marine Corps when he was 17 and to serve a combat tour in Iraq. After honorably serving in the United States Marine Corps, he attended Pima Community College in Tucson, Arizona, where he earned his EMT-B, graduated from the college’s fire academy, took additional courses at the Arizona Wildfire Academy, and earned a degree in fire science with a 3.55 GPA.

When he was not working, he was learning something new. He frequently purchased books to read about his favorite topics: military history, reloading ammunition, construction, carpentry, landscaping, animal husbandry, archery, hunting, and wildlife. At the first opportunity he had, he would apply his new knowledge into his life, whether it was building a chicken coop or fixing a broken something around the house.

Billy would always lend a helping hand without expecting a reward. He was always the gentleman, opening doors and pulling out chairs. He would help a child with their homework or help them to overcome their fears through patience, understanding, and tutelage. The children in the neighborhood where he and his wife lived knew that Billy would always help them out if they had a fundraiser. Billy would buy items from their catalogs and take all of the vehicles to their carwashes.

Billy loved to laugh and to play pranks on his wife or siblings. He was easygoing and quick to smile. He viewed everyday casually and as another day for adventure. A few days a week he would enjoy the things he loved doing—hunting, fishing, and mountaineering.

Billy possessed honor, high morals, and unwavering loyalty. He always strived to be the best in everything that he did, which led him to the Granite Mountain Interagency Hotshot Crew. He believed that Granite Mountain IHC was a hotshot crew that deserved his admiration and respect.
He made a commitment to himself that he would earn a coveted position in their ranks, which he fulfilled.

Billy is survived by his wife, Roxanne, and his daughter, Billie Grace.

John J. Wayman Sr.

John J. Wayman Sr.

John started on the Jefferson Fire Department in 1971 as a firefighter. In May of 1975 he became chief and served until his death on December 15, 2013. He started the first ambulance service at the fire station in 1975.

John was a member of the Ohio State Fire Chiefs Association during his term as chief.

John was township trustee for four years. He was employed with Koski Construction for 40 years and was a proud union member of Ohio Operating Engineers Local 18.

In 1986, the Village of Jefferson named him Citizen of the Year.

Upon his death, John gave the gift of sight through eye donation to the Cleveland Eye Bank.

John restored a 1932 Ford Prospect fire truck that now sits in Firehouse Subs on Route 20 in Mentor, Ohio.

Clayton T. Whitted

Clayton T. Whitted

Clayton Thomas Whitted was born June 27, 1985, to Carl and Kathleen Whitted. He was welcomed by his two sisters, Carmen and Cheryl. He was raised in Prescott, Arizona, and from a young age had a strong love for life and the outdoors.

Clayton attended Prescott High School, where he played football, basketball, and ran track. He loved the friendships that he gained more than the games that they won. Clayton graduated in 2004 and continued his education at Yavapai College and Arizona State University, gaining more knowledge of fire science.

After high school, Clayton pursued his longtime dream of becoming a firefighter and accepted a position with the Prescott Hotshots. When his mother became ill, Clayton took a full-time position with the Heights Church Youth and became the junior high pastor, where he mentored hundreds of young teens. Clayton’s mom passed away in December 2007, and the next spring
Clayton resumed his career and started with the Granite Mountain Hot Shots. Clayton’s work with the Granite Mountain Hot Shots expanded, as did his responsibility, when he became a squad leader. Soon after, he was introduced to Kristi Hoffman, who quickly captured Clayton’s attention and his heart. They were married on February 12, 2011.

The more anyone got to know Clayton, he became less like a friend and more like a brother. Clayton’s heart was so selfless, and he was willing to sacrifice for others as he would for his own family.

Clayton spent his life serving in the community and helping numerous organizations and people alike. Clayton’s unique personality and contagious smile, paired with his laughter and hugs, were an example to all who met him of what it meant to love fully.

Though Prescott may mourn the loss of Clayton Whitted, though the nation may mourn the loss of a brave firefighter, and though the world may mourn this tragedy, we will choose to celebrate his time on earth.

Blaine E. “Skeeter”
Wildnauer Jr.

Blaine E. 'Skeeter' Wildnauer Jr.

Blaine E. “Skeeter” Wildnauer Jr., 58, was a lifelong resident of Kersey, Pennsylvania, and served for over 40 years as a fireman and first responder with the Fox Township Volunteer Fire Department. He passed away suddenly while attending to the victim of a car accident on the morning of November 2, 2013.

He was a loving son, brother, father, uncle, and grandfather. He is survived by his parents, Blaine E. Wildnauer Sr. and Phyllis Wildnauer, also of Kersey PA; his daughter, Crystal Wildnauer, and her fiancé, Daniel Rippy, of St. Marys, Pennsylvania; two sons, Patrick Wildnauer, and his spouse, Thomas Balamaci, of Los Angeles, California, and Steven Wildnauer, and his wife, Laura Wildnauer, of Clyde Ohio; five grandchildren, Corbin, Ryan, Ava, Bella, and Landyn; and two brothers, Paul Wildnauer, and his wife, Georgia, of Fishers, Indiana, and Kurt Wildnauer, and his wife, Denise, of Mason Ohio.

“Skeeter,” as he was affectionately nicknamed, was devoted to the community where he was born, raised, and called home. He was a lifelong member of the Kersey United Methodist Church. He was also a longtime supporter of the local football team through his work with the St. Marys Area High School Quarterback Club, at the same high school where he played football and from which he graduated in 1973. He began working as a machinist at what is now SGL Carbon Company shortly after graduation and celebrated 40 years of service with the company, alongside his 40 years of service with the local fire department.

He enjoyed spending time and sharing a beer with his fellow firefighters and many friends who described him as kind, reliable, and fun loving. Skeeter could often be found at the fire station preparing for one of the many events hosted for the community throughout the year, including the Children’s Halloween Parade and the recent bicentennial celebrations for the township. When he wasn’t rolling up his sleeves, you could find him laughing and enjoying a “Friday Fish Fry” dinner or hot wings on “Wing Night,” all in support of the station and the good work they do for the local area.

We, his children, and our entire family are very proud of my father. He didn’t seek acknowledgement or reward for his volunteer service, despite how deserving it was. He simply did what needed to be done when a person or family needed help. He exemplified what it means to be a good citizen, and we are deeply grateful for his service and the service of all other firefighters who answer the call when they are needed.

With love,
the family of Blaine “Skeeter” Wildnauer

Stan Wilson

Stan Wilson

Stan Wilson was born August 18, 1961, in Dallas, Texas, to Nell and Jess Wilson. After receiving his Bachelor of Science degree in business administration from the University of Texas in Austin, he joined the Dallas Fire Department in February 1985. His career with the department spanned 28 years, the last 20 at Station 53. On May 20, 2013, Stan answered his final alarm while courageously battling a six-alarm fire at an apartment building.

Stan was captured by Christ in his early life through the efforts of his parents and those of the Church. He became a Christian and a true son of God, and he strived to live his life in a way that honored that call. Stan met the love of his life, Jenny, while playing softball in a church league, and they married on September 12, 1992. He was a faithful husband and a devoted father to their two teenage sons, active in every aspect of their lives. Stan had a heart for serving others, which was demonstrated in the time he spent with church activities, as quartermaster of Boy Scout Troop 890, and going on several mission trips to Mexico and the Rio Grande Valley.

He gave of himself on a daily basis, cooking and cleaning after meals when Jenny was working the night shift or sleeping, as well as doing whatever needed in his sons’ Boy Scout troop, at their church, or at his sons’ school. He was a true servant and a man after God’s own heart whose goal and calling in life was as a servant, serving his family up until his death and loving them with all of his heart. He sought to glorify God in his daily life and discipled his sons to follow Christ.

He had a true love for his brothers in the fire department and for all that they stood for. Having applied for a job with the fire department on a dare, he grew to love the selfless attitudes and all the challenges that this job entailed. He was proud of his department, his station, and the skills God gave him, answering the station phone as Master Firefighter Stan Wilson. He loved Station 53 and all of his brothers there.

Known for his sense of humor, his strong faith in Jesus Christ, and his love for his family, Stan was quick to respond to anyone in need. He died as he lived, giving his life for others. Stan Wilson is survived by his wife, Jenny; sons, Noah and Luke; mother Nell; sister, Teri, and her husband, Dean; brother, Ken, and his wife, Kristi; and nieces and nephews, Brittany, Tyler, Cyndi, and Jacob.

Brian A. Woehlke

Brian A. Woehlke

Brian A. Woehlke was born July 27, 1983, in Detroit, Michigan, to parents William and Eliza-beth. He grew up having a special bond with his grandfather, who was a firefighter in his hometown, and always strived to follow in his footsteps since childhood.

Brian excelled athletically from a young age. He was able to share his love of soccer with his three older brothers and spent many of those precious family moments with his father who coached him. Brian loved being around friends and family. In his spare time he enjoyed golfing and looked forward to University of Michigan football games. With his signature “Woehlke Smile” and most original dance moves, it was hard not to fall in love with the person he grew to be.

In 2002, Brian met his wife, Jennifer. There was no happier moment for the two than in 2012 when their beautiful daughter, Ava, was born. Brian loved nothing more in this world than his family and his faith. There wasn’t a day at work where one of the guys didn’t hear about one of baby Ava’s milestones. Brian was a sincerely proud father and husband. Ava and Jennifer were truly the drive and support behind Brian’s being.

Brian worked hard to achieve his dream of becoming a husband, father and a fireman. In 2012, he was hired with the Wayne-Westland Fire Department. Brian served as a firefighter and by be-ing the positive catalyst that assisted in merging the two fire departments. It was apparent that Brian loved firefighting and always mentioned how he loved the “human element” of being a paramedic. His personality was bigger than life and left a memorable impact on everyone he came in contact with. His last call was May 8, 2013, while courageously battling a strip mall fire.

His pride and memory live on through his family and friends.