Today, we honor and celebrate the life of SSgt. Todd James “TJ” Lobraico Jr., born on November 23, 1990, in New Milford, Connecticut. Though Todd’s life was tragically cut short, his memory and legacy continue to inspire all who knew him. As we remember him on his birthday, we reflect on the incredible impact he had during his 22 years with us.
Todd was raised in Sherman, Connecticut, where he became a beloved member of the community. A graduate of New Fairfield High School in the Class of 2008, Todd was known for his kindness, leadership, and dedication. He pursued his passion for public service by studying Justice and Law Administration at Western Connecticut State University, aspiring to follow in the footsteps of his family by becoming a police officer.
Todd’s life was deeply rooted in a tradition of military service, continuing a family legacy that began with his grandparents. His commitment to serving his country led him to enlist in the United States Air Force, where he quickly distinguished himself. Todd graduated from Security Forces Technical School with honors and served with the 105th Security Forces Squadron at Stewart Air National Guard Base in Newburgh, New York.
Todd’s bravery and selflessness were evident during his service, particularly during his deployment to Balad Air Base in Iraq from 2010 to 2011 and later in Afghanistan. Tragically, on September 5, 2013, while on his second combat tour, Todd was killed in action near Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan, while heroically protecting his fellow service members. For his courage, he was posthumously awarded the Bronze Star with Valor, a testament to the heroism that defined his life.
Todd was more than a soldier; he was a son, a brother, and a friend. His infectious smile and unwavering kindness left a mark on everyone he
I am not a veteran. I am a member of the Civil Air Patrol, the United States Air Force Auxiliary. But in 1991, personal loss brought me to a place I never left.
Over two decades later, that loss led me to the State Veterans Cemetery in Middletown, Connecticut, where I took on the coordination of Wreaths Across America — which grew into the largest and fastest growing veterans program in the state. I didn’t do it for recognition. I did it for them.
In 2016 I founded the Connecticut Veterans Bulletin. Not because I served, but because I believe those who did deserve to be honored, connected, and kept alive.
Twenty-two veterans die by suicide every day. I knew about that number before it became a hashtag. I knew it personally, long before anyone was talking about it.
This publication exists because that number is unacceptable. Because every veteran in Connecticut deserves to know someone gives a damn.
That someone is me.