- My dad was Cpt. Marsh Jacoby of Company A, 817th, second platoon. He died in his fifties. My most memorable time with him was riding around Wichita, he on his blue Harley and I on my blue BSA Spitfire MKIII. He never liked to camp out with my Boy Scout Troop. He said he never wanted to be cold again. As I l;earned the history of the Bulge, I can now understand.