Mark Kemp wrote the material regarding his great uncle, and it was with his permission and inspiration we bring you this article.  
Tom Schwinn grew up in Wellington.  Lieutenant Tom Schwinn went from here in September of 1917 as an enlisted man in Company L, but about three months later was selected from among the men of the company to enter the officers training school at Camp Doniphan, which he did and was successful in securing an officer’s commission.  
He and the late Lieutenant Ralph Branch were later transferred to a division made up of Pennsylvania troops, which was one of the first units to be thrown into action against the Huns at the start of Foch’s counter offensive in July, and which suffered heavy losses in the fighting  about Chateau Thierry, and in the advance to the Alane, Lieutenant. Schwinn being the only officer of his company who was not killed or wounded, the command devolving upon him, until the company was withdrawn for reorganization.  
In the April 3rd, 1918 edition of the Wellington Daily News, it is written that “late yesterday evening, W.W. Schwinn received a telegram from his son Tom at Camp Doniphan that he had received his commission as a second Lieutenant.  
He also received a letter from his other son John, in France, that he had finished his schooling and had been assigned to the 165th Infantry.  
The Wellington Monitor Press wrote on Sept. 18th, 2018, ‘W.W. Schwinn has received a letter from the chaplain of the regiment with which his son, Lieut. Tom Schwinn was serving, the particulars of that young officer’s death.  It was just at the beginning of the operations for the reduction of the San Mihiel salient when Lieutenant. Schwinn was killed by the explosion of a German shell which penetrated the dugout in which he was for just a short time before his company  was to “go over the top.”  The shell also killed a private soldier who was in the dugout with him.  
The chaplain writes that the lieutenant’s body was recovered, and after the battle was given a military burial.  The grave was located near the main highway, and in a spot that can be easily identified from the markings placed over it.  The record was filed with the military authorities.
Mark Kemp, Tom’s great nephew, wrote that he wanted people to “remember my great uncle, 2nd. Lieutenant Tom George Schwinn - whose name was attached to Wellington's American Legion post after World War 1 - on the centennial of his death in combat on the Vesle River northeast of Paris on Sept. 5, 1918. His remains have lain in the Oise-Aisne American Cemetery outside of Fere-en-Tardenois, France, alongside 6,000 of his comrades-in-arms, since 1922.”
The Oise-Aisne American Cemetery and Memorial is an American military cemetery in northern France. Plots A through D contains the graves of 6,012 American soldiers who died while fighting in this vicinity during World War I, 597 of which were not identified, as well as a monument for 241 Americans who were missing in action during battles in the same area and whose remains were never recovered. Included among the soldiers here who lost their lives is poet Joyce Kilmer.
Lt. Schwinn, part of Sumner County's Company "L" that went to war in Sept. 1917, was attached to Company "M" of the 109th Infantry Regiment, 28th (Iron) Infantry Division at the time of his death, was a watchmaker and owned his own business, a jewelry store, before the war. His brothers, Lieutenant John M. Schwinn (Co. "I," 165th Inf./42nd [Rainbow]Division) and Capt. W.H. "Joe" Schwinn (Co. "B," 356th Inf./89th Division) - my maternal grandfather - also saw combat; John Schwinn was wounded by shrapnel and "Joe" Schwinn was cited for valor and leadership under fire.
On May 3rd, 1918,  Tom’s surviving brother John Schwinn wrote in the Wellington Daily News, “Dear Folks, today, I enrolled in another training school.  I am about to go to work in a musketry and bayonet course on Monday and will be here for six weeks.  
I have been up in the line and had a a “tres tranquil” time as the French would say—that is—very quiet.  I got covered with mud and got a few new cooties, but outside of that I might as well have been home in a cyclone cave on a rainy day.  It poured down rain all the time we were up.  Paul Surber, whom Joe knows, was sent to school here with me.  
This place is the school for the army corps to which I belong.  It is a big place located far back of the line.  As I sit here in the officers Y. M.C.A penning these lines, the air is balmy and it is truly “suntruly “Sunny France.”  All along the railroad as came along yesterday, the men—old and boys—and women, were in their little fields at work, and everything was green and lovely.”
May Wellington always remember the service and sacrifice of its military veterans