It’s been 6 months
As I write this , 6 months ago, my friend was getting ready to go on patrol in Baghdad Iraq. In about 4 hours he’s going to be dead. Killed by an IED.

I’m almost sick. We were watching a special about a tv reporter who was almost killed by an IED in Iraq when Roberta stopped, looked at me and said, “Tomorrow will be six months”  I didn’t even realize until that moment.

Six months. My hands are shaking as I write this. Six months. It’s been so long, it’s been so quick. I want to scream at the world, it just won’t do any good. I’ll get up tomorrow morning, get the kids ready for school. Touch John’s helmet on the way out the door, and remember my friend. I do this every morning. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to tomorrow. Knowing that 6 months ago, in only a few hours I was going to be getting the call that my friend was gone forever.

Rest in Peace my friend.

Ssgt. John L. Hartman Jr.

Oct. 8, 1967 – Nov 30th, 2006.