Name: Pfcjack E-mail:tarpman@aol.com Subject: June 9th
What a night mare. We got some new cherry`s a few days before. A couple were assigned to my squad. There was no bonding and they did`t want any part of the war. My squad with Sgt Hardman in charge were the must advanced squad, we came under enemy fire. We were in heavy bush and behind small rock walls. We were recieving AK and RPG incoming. I`ll never forget Sgt Hardman order us to charge. There was no way, the bush and jungle was to thic. I told Hardman to go fuck himself. He got a little demanding and I told him I kill before I`d let my men do something so stupid. Before I knew it Hardman was out of there. He took a little scatch. Somehow he ended up on a dust off.(a copter to the rear). I say it was my squad as Hardman had away of getting out of the field when things got tuff and I ended up running the squad. On the 9th when Hartmen got hid, Sgt Hardman took off like a dog with his tale behind him. For years he told these stories of that day and non of them true. I didn`t like the man and till this day my feelings toward him are the same. I spend offer 6 hours driving to the reunion in Colorado with him, what a screw up person. The man would take credit for someone elses bravey. There was many of times I theatin to fire him up. Next thing I know he`d begon to the rear. Leaving me in charge. Spec 4 Cummiskey, who`s only gold was to protect my brothers and stay a live. Sgt Hardman has haunted me all my life. I know the man is dead and can`t defend himself but the facts are the facts.
