Death...
I want to say I hate this war. I do inside. But I dont want to disgrace those who have died. I just got back from spending some time with Marcus. He had bad news. Our friend. Who I knew for a few months and come to care about deeply died over there in Iraq. His helicopter was shot down on a rescue mission. Kip Jacoby. He was such a hansome guy. His smile could make any female swoon. Sure got me. He had such an ego too. We had fun together. We would argue over petty things. Like the pronunciation of words.
Our friendship started off on a drunken night when I met the whole crew. Charming that boy was. So damn charming. I had a crush on him off the bat. I held off to his drunken flirting, I knew his type. But it didnt help. You know how things happen when your so toasted. But we had fun. After that I liked teasing him and giving him a hard time. I hope he knew I was just playing with him. I was protecting my crush. I even once Bologna'ed his car with Hailey. lol. He was pissed. But I apologized about that. I just felt so ugly and unwanted, but that was my stupid rancid self concience kicking my ass.
I hope he knew I cared about him. Everytime I would see him I would light up. I hope it showed on my face. So he could see it as well. I am so pissed off. He was too young. Too kick ass to die.
SGT. Kip A. Jacoby
Sept. 2, 1983 - June 28,2005
Where ever you are Jacoby. I love you and will miss you.