Tuesday before the Army-Navy game
1750 EST
Harm's Apartment
North of Union Station
Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Junior just made it home from a particularly long and exhausting day at JAG. Army- Navy week was always bad for the lawyers because each branch took the game seriously and tended to get into fights. He all but collapsed at his desk as he reached to listen to his answering machine. The first message was from his mom, just checking in to he how he was doing. She did that habitually, despite the fact that he was a fully grown man and he had been independent since he left for the United States Naval Academy at the age of 17. The second, however, was a voice he hadn't heard in years. He almost groaned as the message started with a whistle and then broke into the familiar chant.
"Boom, ah ,USMA, ah rah, USMA, ah rah, hoo rah, hoo rah, Army rah, team, team, team, yeah." H chuckled lightly to himself as he heard the click, signaling that his caller had chosen to end the message there.
1750 EST
Harm's Apartment
North of Union Station
Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Junior just made it home from a particularly long and exhausting day at JAG. Army- Navy week was always bad for the lawyers because each branch took the game seriously and tended to get into fights. He all but collapsed at his desk as he reached to listen to his answering machine. The first message was from his mom, just checking in to he how he was doing. She did that habitually, despite the fact that he was a fully grown man and he had been independent since he left for the United States Naval Academy at the age of 17. The second, however, was a voice he hadn't heard in years. He almost groaned as the message started with a whistle and then broke into the familiar chant.
"Boom, ah ,USMA, ah rah, USMA, ah rah, hoo rah, hoo rah, Army rah, team, team, team, yeah." H chuckled lightly to himself as he heard the click, signaling that his caller had chosen to end the message there.