JT - The master networker. The mad scientist. The genius behind the shenanigans of all things related to conversations that end with, "what the fuck did he just say?" JT, much like one of his past love flames, is afflicted with multiple personalities. Sometimes known as the "Yellow Dart" and other times known as "Jimmy John's Jarred," he will twist your mind with the craziest shit you have ever heard. Most often found meandering around town with a "France Press" filled with Tito's vodka or gasoline, he'll smoke your ass at an eating contest, a debate on the strangest shit you have never thought of, and known to seduce and fraternize with Uber drivers all over the world. What can we say except, "THAT's Jarred!"
I still remember what was playing on my iPod as the helicopter lifted off the helipad of the Iraqi Old Ministry of Defense compound: Smile Empty Soul’s “Silhouettes.” It was the summer of 2007, and I was leaving the White Falcons and Blue Spaders behind and heading home after serving as a joint terminal attack controller with those units. The smells, the heat, the sounds of choppers, UAVs, and fast movers — all of it was too normal to me by that point. Baghdad had become home for a while.