(Okay so this is not really a normal run of the mill fic for me, but bear
with me. Just this once huh? This whole thing with Bud going in front the
panel and that guy disgracing him in front of everyone really irked me. So
I just had to write this. The song Superman doesn't belong to me, and yes I
know I have used it before, but this song really works for Bud. Standard
disclaimers apply, and as always please read and review)
I was only half listening to Commander Rabb telling the panel about what a hard and dedicated worker I was. I stared directly ahead, but I let my mind wander. Everyone was here. Everyone whom I considered family was here for me, ready to fight for me. I really considered myself lucky to have friends like them. But a part of me had to wonder what they were really thinking. Did they really think that I was of use to the Navy anymore?
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
Dead wood. The nerve of that guy. I could feel him watching me as the exited the hearing room, so I made it an effort to stand proud, to stand tall. It wasn't easy, but I did it to show them that there is more to me then what is written in my file.
I'm more than a bird...I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
They told me they would stand behind me. That they would back me up all the way? But what was the point in fighting anymore? The guy was right. I would never climb ladders I would never be able to return to a carrier for an investigation, what was the point in even fighting anymore. The Seahawk was my life. I had to leave the carrier to save a kid, who wasn't even in trouble. It was just so unfair.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
It's not easy to be me
But I have to hand it to them. They really did do a good job of getting me back on my feet. Sturgis being my trainer, and everyone encouragement has really motivated me to get back in the game. But the real credit goes to Commander Rabb. Just when I was about to quit, ready to throw in the towel, he said how he knew there was a God. He knew there was a God because he took my leg and not my brain. In other words he told me that I was still a lawyer. A living breathing lawyer, and a missing leg wasn't going to change that. And because of that, I know I can get through anything.
Up, up and away...away from me
It's all right...You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy...or anything...
Getting back in the field today, I knew that I could be the kind of lawyer that I could be the lawyer that I was before the accident. But it was hard, I won't deny that. I knew a long time ago, that being a good lawyer was tough. So what, if the Navy doesn't like having a one legged man walking around defending people? I know when you picture a Navy lawyer that's not really what you see, but you will now.
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
After talking with Harriet today, about how everyone really is behind me, I took a hard look in the mirror about what kind of man I have become. I have a loving wife, a sweet little boy, and another baby on the way. I have good friends, and a loving family. So what if I'm on limited work duty for the rest of carrier? I have worked hard for what I have, and no one can take that away from me. I won't let them.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
It's not easy to be me.
End
I was only half listening to Commander Rabb telling the panel about what a hard and dedicated worker I was. I stared directly ahead, but I let my mind wander. Everyone was here. Everyone whom I considered family was here for me, ready to fight for me. I really considered myself lucky to have friends like them. But a part of me had to wonder what they were really thinking. Did they really think that I was of use to the Navy anymore?
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
Dead wood. The nerve of that guy. I could feel him watching me as the exited the hearing room, so I made it an effort to stand proud, to stand tall. It wasn't easy, but I did it to show them that there is more to me then what is written in my file.
I'm more than a bird...I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
They told me they would stand behind me. That they would back me up all the way? But what was the point in fighting anymore? The guy was right. I would never climb ladders I would never be able to return to a carrier for an investigation, what was the point in even fighting anymore. The Seahawk was my life. I had to leave the carrier to save a kid, who wasn't even in trouble. It was just so unfair.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
It's not easy to be me
But I have to hand it to them. They really did do a good job of getting me back on my feet. Sturgis being my trainer, and everyone encouragement has really motivated me to get back in the game. But the real credit goes to Commander Rabb. Just when I was about to quit, ready to throw in the towel, he said how he knew there was a God. He knew there was a God because he took my leg and not my brain. In other words he told me that I was still a lawyer. A living breathing lawyer, and a missing leg wasn't going to change that. And because of that, I know I can get through anything.
Up, up and away...away from me
It's all right...You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy...or anything...
Getting back in the field today, I knew that I could be the kind of lawyer that I could be the lawyer that I was before the accident. But it was hard, I won't deny that. I knew a long time ago, that being a good lawyer was tough. So what, if the Navy doesn't like having a one legged man walking around defending people? I know when you picture a Navy lawyer that's not really what you see, but you will now.
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
After talking with Harriet today, about how everyone really is behind me, I took a hard look in the mirror about what kind of man I have become. I have a loving wife, a sweet little boy, and another baby on the way. I have good friends, and a loving family. So what if I'm on limited work duty for the rest of carrier? I have worked hard for what I have, and no one can take that away from me. I won't let them.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
It's not easy to be me.
End