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 Pfisters 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...
Prayers & Condolences For: Jacob M. Pfister BY Anonymous on Apr 22, 2009
Rest in peace. You are not forgotten!
Prayers & Condolences For: Jacob M. Pfister BY acidburnny on Jun 24, 2005
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!!