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Jacob M. Pfister

Jacob M. Pfister

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Name: Army Spc. Jacob M. Pfister

Age: 27

From: Buffalo, N.Y.

Assigned to the 3rd Battalion, 7th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division, Fort Stewart, Ga.

Incident: Army Spc. Jacob M. Pfister was killed April 19 when a vehicle-borne improvised explosive device detonated near his dismounted patrol in Baghdad. Also

Died: April 19, 2005


New York soldier killed in Iraq

Associated Press

BUFFALO, N.Y. — A soldier from western New York was killed when a car bomb exploded near his patrol in southern Baghdad, his family said Wednesday.

Spc. Jacob Pfister grew up in Buffalo and Evans but moved to Florida after joining the Army four years ago, his mother, Amy MacGregor, said.

A spokesman with the 3rd Infantry Division said the Tuesday night attack by a suicide bomber killed another U.S. soldier and wounded four others. Seven Iraqi civilians were taken to the hospital with injuries.

The Department of Defense has not released information on Pfister’s death.

MacGregor described her son as a serious man who loved his family.

“The way he put it to me is, ‘Mom, who would you rather have over there defending you, me or some other joker?”’ MacGregor told WIVB-TV.

Pfister is survived by his wife, who is expecting their first child in...

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the 3rd Battalion, 7th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division, Fort Stewart, Ga.

Incident

Army Spc. Jacob M. Pfister was killed April 19 when a vehicle-borne improvised explosive device detonated near his dismounted patrol in Baghdad. Also

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Jacob M. Pfister
2009-04-22
Rest in peace. You are not forgotten!
Jacob Pfister
2005-06-24
Freedom Isn't Free

I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze
A young soldier saluted it, and then
He stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many Pilots' planes shot down?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No Freedom isn't free

I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen"
When a flag had draped a coffin
of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard at the
bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.....
No -- Freedom isn't free!!

...Cadet Major Kelly Strong
Air Force Junior ROTC