Disclaimer in chapter 1.
A/N- Ash from FanFiction.net said the chapters should be longer. Don't worry, they'll get progressively longer
throughout the whole story. Also, for this chapter, we're going assume that Harm is a very mature 3 year old.
A/N2- Sorry it took so long to update. I was suppose to be in PCB, Florida with my church youth group from July 6th
through the 13th, but had to fly home because my grandma was in the hospital. We found out she has ovarian cancer,
so I've been at the hospital quite a bit. Life is getting back to normal (As normal as my life can ever get), so I'll
be updating more often.--Rebekah
-Year Three-
Rabb House
May 18, 1967
"Pay with me daddy."
"Alright buddy. Let me change out of my flight suit." Lt. Harmon Rabb said to his son Harm Jr.
Harmon had been a flight instuctor at Mirimar for the past 4 months, leaving more time to spend with
his family. But all good things must end. He had just been informed that we was to report to the
Tico for his 4rd 3 month deployment in the past 2 years. He didn't know how to break the news to
his wife. "What do you want to play?" He asked when Harm climbed up in his lap.
"Airplane!"
"Let's go out to the back yard." He picked Harm up and put one hand under his chest and one under
his thighs. "You'll have to make the sounds."
"Vroom!! Swwhhhhhh!! Zmmmmm!!"
"Where's your mother, Harm?" Harmon said after a few minutes of playing.
"The basement."
"Why don't you go play in your room? I need to talk to mommy."
"Okay daddy." He ran inside and to his room.
Harmon walked inside and down to the basement. Finding his wife folding clothes, he walked over and wrapped his arms around
her and kissed her lips.
"Hi sweetheart. How long have you been home?"
"About 10 minutes. Harm wanted to play."
"He waits for you to come home everyday so he can play airplane."
"I need to talk to you about that." He sighed before going on. "I've been assigned to the Tico again.
It's only for 3 months this time though."
"Oh. I was afraid this would happen."
"I'm sorry. I tried to get out of it, but they just kept telling me you can't get out of a war."
"Harm and I, we'll be fine. We've mangaged before and we'll manage again." She said dejectedly.
"Hey, always remember that I love you. I'll never leave you for longer than I have to."
"I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to marry you. I've accepted the fact that you have to leave alot."
"Are you sure you can manage Harm all summer? I know he gets hyper when it's hot outside."
"No, I'm not. But I'll be fine."
"Why don't you send him to my mothers for the summer? She'll be glad to have him for 3 months and it'll give you some
time to yourself."
"I don't want to just unload him on her. She doesn't need a 3 year old to deal with all summer."
"I'm sure she'll be happy to have him. She'll be happy to give you some time off too."
"It does sound nice to have a while alone. I don't think I could stand not seeing him for 3 months though.
I'll settle for 1 1/2."
"Okay, I'll go call her. I get a week of leave before I go out so we'll visit for a few days."
"Sounds great." She smiled.
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May 22, 1967
Sarah Rabb's farm, 6:30pm
Belleville, Pa--
"Hey momma." Harmon hugged his mother.
"Grama!" Harm yelled
"Hey baby! You're getting bigger."
"I eat. Momma says I get big."
"Do you eat alot?"
"Yep!"
"Good, because I have alot of food and I need someone to eat it all."
"Me! I do it!"
"I don't know, I might feed it to the dogs..."
"No! Me!"
"Fine, you can eat it all."
"Tank you, Gramma."
"Well, let's get to eating. I have soup simmering."
"Ice cream too?" Harm asked.
"I think I might have a few gallons in the freezer." Gran winked.
"Yay! I like ice cream."
"I figured you did."
They all sat down to eat a meal of potato soup, grilled cheese, and ice tea.
"Gramma, can I have ice cream?"
"Yes, what kind do you want?"
"V'illa."
"Coming right up."
"Thank you Gramma."
"Well, aren't we polite??" She said, dipping 4 bowls of ice cream.
"Mommy taught me." Harm grinned.
"She did a good job. I can't wait to show you off at church on Sunday."
"Gramma? Can I wear my sailor suit?"
"Only if you like old women." Harmon laughed.
"Oh, pish posh Harmon."
"You're trying to tell me that your friends won't be all over my son if he wears that sailors suit??"
"Okay, you have a point. But I'll protect him from too much cheek pinching and kisses."
"Thank you. It will make me feel better that while I'm out saving the world, my son is not being kissed by women 25
times his age."
"I'm 3!!"
"We know dear." Trish kissed his forehead.
"Okay."
"You ready for a bath, Harm?" Harmon asked.
"No..."
"Why not?"
"I have ice cream."
"Well, you're getting a bath after you're finished."
"Why?"
"Because I said so." Harmon answered
"Why?"
"Because I can."
"Why?"
"Why so many questions?"
"Why?"
"Is your needle stuck, boy?" Gran asked, laughing.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind. Finish your ice cream so you can have a bath."
"Okay Gramma."
"How on earth do you do that?" Trish asked in amazement. "I can't get him in the bathtub if it would save his life."
"I have a special touch I guess..."
"Be sure to teach it to me."
"I'll try. But I think it's a grandma thing."
"I still have a while until that comes about."
"I hope so."
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"Harm, stop splashing!" Harmon said.
"Fun!"
"Not for me it isn't. Now stop!" He yelled.
Harm burst out crying right away.
"Harmon, what did you do to him?" Trish asked from the doorway.
"I told him to stop splashing so much."
"Daddy yell!" Harm cried.
"I'm sorry buddy. Daddy didn't mean to shout."
Harm slowed in his crying, but the tears still rolled down his face.
"Are you almost done?" Trish asked.
"Yeah, we're done."
"Come here baby."
Harmon lifted Harm out of the tub and he ran to Trish, who scooped him up in her arms. She took him to his bedroom
and put a diaper on him. "Go tell grandma goodnight, Harm."
"Ok." He scampered down the stairs and into the kitchen. "G'night Gramma. I yuv you."
"I love you too Harm. Do you like pancakes?"
"YES!"
"Alright, if you go to bed, and don't give your mommy and daddy any trouble, I'll make chocolate chip pancakes in the
morning for breakfast."
"Ok. I be good."
"Goodnight sweetie."
"G'night Gramma." He hugged her leg.
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Harmon and Trish watched Harm sleep from the doorway to his room.
"I'm going to miss putting him to bed everynight." Trish sighed.
"I know, but you need some time off. And momma is happy to have him half the summer."
"Yeah." She yawned.
"Let's go to bed, baby. You look tired."
"I can't argue there, but I was hoping to get bath of my own after Harm went to sleep."
"Mind if I join you?"
"I was going to insist that you did." She smiled.
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0935
Sunday May 23, 1967
Sarah Rabb's Farm
Belleville, Pa--
"Harm, do you want to wear your blues or whites?" Harmon asked his son.
"It summer Daddy... I hafta wear white." He replied. Even at 3, he knew the difference between the two of
his 'uniforms'.
"Right you are. White it is." Harmon grinned at Harm.
"What time to we have to be at the church?" Trish asked.
"The morning service starts at 1030." Harmon said.
"Momma, I hungry."
"Harm, you just ate 4 pancakes..."
"I still hungry."
"We'll eat lunch when we get home."
Harm ran downstairs to wear his grandmother was basting a turkey. "Gramma, can I have a nana?"
"You just ate 4 pancakes, child."
"But I hungry, Gramma." Harm put his hands on his hips.
"Sarah, if he's asking for food, don't give it to him." Trish yelled down the stairs.
"You heard your mommy, Harm. No food."
"Ah, nuts."
Just then Harmon came downstairs. "Harm, unless you're going to church in only a diaper, come back up here
so I can dress you."
"No diaper, Daddy. Harm a big boy."
"Do you promise that you'll tell us when you have to go potty?"
"Yes Daddy. No diaper anymore." He almost cried.
"Alright, we'll put big boy underwear on you. But you better tell us when you need to go potty."
"I will."
"Okay, come on." Harmon took his hand and led his upstairs.
"Mommy," Harm ran into his parents room. "I need underwear." He announced.
"He promised he would tell us when he needed to go." Harmon added.
"Okay." She went to his room and pulled underwear out of a dresser drawer.
"Tank you momma." He took off his own diaper and slid on the underwear, then went to the bathroom to throw
his used diaper away.
"You're welcome, baby. Now go in and put your uniform on."
"Okay Momma." Since Harm could form sentences, he had insisted that it was his uniform. And couldn't be
convinced otherwise. So Trish had learned to play along.
20 minutes later they were all ready to head out to church.
"Harm, when people ask you your name, remember what I taught you."
"Okay Daddy. I will." He smiled. It was painfully obvious that Harm had inhertited Harmon's smile. Harmon said it was
a sure sign that Harm was going to be an aviator one day.
"Come on you two. We'll be late." Sarah called.
"Coming Momma." He picked Harm up and ran to the car.
"Hee hee hee, again Daddy!"
"After church we'll play."
"Yay!"
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They arrived at church 15 minutes later.
"Come on Harmon, some of these people haven't seen you since you left for Annapolis." Sarah said to her son.
"Yes Momma. Come on Harm." He grabbed Trish's hand.
"Harmon Rabb! Is that you?" Betty Jo Haggins said.
"Yes ma'am. It's me."
"Well of course it is. Who else would be wear Naval Dress Whites? Who is this lovely women beside you?"
"My wife, Trish. And this is my son."
"What's your name young man?"
"SEAMAN RECRUIT HARMON RABB JR., USN, MA'AM!" Harm yelled, then saluted.
Betty Jo had a good laugh, as did the rest of the crowd that had already gather in the small church.
"Harmon, have you been contaminating this child's mind with the Navy?"
"Yes ma'am, I have." He grinned.
"He make a good Sailor. He has the sounding off down pat."
"He's a natural. You ready for the Academy, Harm?"
"Yes Sir!" He shouted.
"Harm, stop yelling. You'll give the old people heart attacks." Harmon whispered.
"I heard that young man." Betty Jo hit his arm.
"Sorry ma'am." He smiled, not really looking all that sorry.
"Come on, the service is starting." Trish said.
The pastor started with a word of prayer. Harm folded his hands, closed his eyes, and bowed his head.
Next they had a time of greeting, in which everyone in the church either hugged Harm or shook his hand.
That was followed by singing of hymns, then came the sermon. Pretty soon he service was over.
"I needa go potty daddy."
"Alright, let's go." He took him into one of the small restrooms.
"Daddy?" Harm asked while they were waiting for Sarah and Trish to come to the car.
"What?"
"Why do you hafta go away?"
"It's part of my job." He knelt down to Harm's level. "But I promise that I'll never leave you or mommy for
longer than I have to."
"Momma said you hafta go away for all summer. And I am staying with Gramma."
"You want to stay with Gramma don't you?"
"I will miss Momma. And you."
"I know, and I'll miss you both too. But I promise that I'll come home soon. You're going to have so much fun with Grams
this summer that time will fly by."
"Time can fly? I thought only birds did..."
"It's an expression that grown ups use."
"Oh, okay..." He still looked confused. "Daddy, when will you come home?"
"In 3 months. Next month is June, then comes July, then August. I'll be home after August in finished."
"Okay daddy. I will try not to cry, I can be a big boy."
"It's okay to cry. And you know what? I'll probably cry too when I get to my ship."
"You will?? I thought only little people cried."
"Big people cry too, sometimes. So it's okay for you to do it too."
"I yuv you Daddy."
Harmon smiled at Harm's inability to say 'love'. "I love you too, buddy." He kissed his forehead.
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How'd you like it?? I'll try to write chapter 4 pretty quickly, but I don't know how my life will go for the next
few months, so I can promise anything. Please send feedback. Good or bad.--Rebekah
A/N- Ash from FanFiction.net said the chapters should be longer. Don't worry, they'll get progressively longer
throughout the whole story. Also, for this chapter, we're going assume that Harm is a very mature 3 year old.
A/N2- Sorry it took so long to update. I was suppose to be in PCB, Florida with my church youth group from July 6th
through the 13th, but had to fly home because my grandma was in the hospital. We found out she has ovarian cancer,
so I've been at the hospital quite a bit. Life is getting back to normal (As normal as my life can ever get), so I'll
be updating more often.--Rebekah
-Year Three-
Rabb House
May 18, 1967
"Pay with me daddy."
"Alright buddy. Let me change out of my flight suit." Lt. Harmon Rabb said to his son Harm Jr.
Harmon had been a flight instuctor at Mirimar for the past 4 months, leaving more time to spend with
his family. But all good things must end. He had just been informed that we was to report to the
Tico for his 4rd 3 month deployment in the past 2 years. He didn't know how to break the news to
his wife. "What do you want to play?" He asked when Harm climbed up in his lap.
"Airplane!"
"Let's go out to the back yard." He picked Harm up and put one hand under his chest and one under
his thighs. "You'll have to make the sounds."
"Vroom!! Swwhhhhhh!! Zmmmmm!!"
"Where's your mother, Harm?" Harmon said after a few minutes of playing.
"The basement."
"Why don't you go play in your room? I need to talk to mommy."
"Okay daddy." He ran inside and to his room.
Harmon walked inside and down to the basement. Finding his wife folding clothes, he walked over and wrapped his arms around
her and kissed her lips.
"Hi sweetheart. How long have you been home?"
"About 10 minutes. Harm wanted to play."
"He waits for you to come home everyday so he can play airplane."
"I need to talk to you about that." He sighed before going on. "I've been assigned to the Tico again.
It's only for 3 months this time though."
"Oh. I was afraid this would happen."
"I'm sorry. I tried to get out of it, but they just kept telling me you can't get out of a war."
"Harm and I, we'll be fine. We've mangaged before and we'll manage again." She said dejectedly.
"Hey, always remember that I love you. I'll never leave you for longer than I have to."
"I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to marry you. I've accepted the fact that you have to leave alot."
"Are you sure you can manage Harm all summer? I know he gets hyper when it's hot outside."
"No, I'm not. But I'll be fine."
"Why don't you send him to my mothers for the summer? She'll be glad to have him for 3 months and it'll give you some
time to yourself."
"I don't want to just unload him on her. She doesn't need a 3 year old to deal with all summer."
"I'm sure she'll be happy to have him. She'll be happy to give you some time off too."
"It does sound nice to have a while alone. I don't think I could stand not seeing him for 3 months though.
I'll settle for 1 1/2."
"Okay, I'll go call her. I get a week of leave before I go out so we'll visit for a few days."
"Sounds great." She smiled.
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May 22, 1967
Sarah Rabb's farm, 6:30pm
Belleville, Pa--
"Hey momma." Harmon hugged his mother.
"Grama!" Harm yelled
"Hey baby! You're getting bigger."
"I eat. Momma says I get big."
"Do you eat alot?"
"Yep!"
"Good, because I have alot of food and I need someone to eat it all."
"Me! I do it!"
"I don't know, I might feed it to the dogs..."
"No! Me!"
"Fine, you can eat it all."
"Tank you, Gramma."
"Well, let's get to eating. I have soup simmering."
"Ice cream too?" Harm asked.
"I think I might have a few gallons in the freezer." Gran winked.
"Yay! I like ice cream."
"I figured you did."
They all sat down to eat a meal of potato soup, grilled cheese, and ice tea.
"Gramma, can I have ice cream?"
"Yes, what kind do you want?"
"V'illa."
"Coming right up."
"Thank you Gramma."
"Well, aren't we polite??" She said, dipping 4 bowls of ice cream.
"Mommy taught me." Harm grinned.
"She did a good job. I can't wait to show you off at church on Sunday."
"Gramma? Can I wear my sailor suit?"
"Only if you like old women." Harmon laughed.
"Oh, pish posh Harmon."
"You're trying to tell me that your friends won't be all over my son if he wears that sailors suit??"
"Okay, you have a point. But I'll protect him from too much cheek pinching and kisses."
"Thank you. It will make me feel better that while I'm out saving the world, my son is not being kissed by women 25
times his age."
"I'm 3!!"
"We know dear." Trish kissed his forehead.
"Okay."
"You ready for a bath, Harm?" Harmon asked.
"No..."
"Why not?"
"I have ice cream."
"Well, you're getting a bath after you're finished."
"Why?"
"Because I said so." Harmon answered
"Why?"
"Because I can."
"Why?"
"Why so many questions?"
"Why?"
"Is your needle stuck, boy?" Gran asked, laughing.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind. Finish your ice cream so you can have a bath."
"Okay Gramma."
"How on earth do you do that?" Trish asked in amazement. "I can't get him in the bathtub if it would save his life."
"I have a special touch I guess..."
"Be sure to teach it to me."
"I'll try. But I think it's a grandma thing."
"I still have a while until that comes about."
"I hope so."
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"Harm, stop splashing!" Harmon said.
"Fun!"
"Not for me it isn't. Now stop!" He yelled.
Harm burst out crying right away.
"Harmon, what did you do to him?" Trish asked from the doorway.
"I told him to stop splashing so much."
"Daddy yell!" Harm cried.
"I'm sorry buddy. Daddy didn't mean to shout."
Harm slowed in his crying, but the tears still rolled down his face.
"Are you almost done?" Trish asked.
"Yeah, we're done."
"Come here baby."
Harmon lifted Harm out of the tub and he ran to Trish, who scooped him up in her arms. She took him to his bedroom
and put a diaper on him. "Go tell grandma goodnight, Harm."
"Ok." He scampered down the stairs and into the kitchen. "G'night Gramma. I yuv you."
"I love you too Harm. Do you like pancakes?"
"YES!"
"Alright, if you go to bed, and don't give your mommy and daddy any trouble, I'll make chocolate chip pancakes in the
morning for breakfast."
"Ok. I be good."
"Goodnight sweetie."
"G'night Gramma." He hugged her leg.
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Harmon and Trish watched Harm sleep from the doorway to his room.
"I'm going to miss putting him to bed everynight." Trish sighed.
"I know, but you need some time off. And momma is happy to have him half the summer."
"Yeah." She yawned.
"Let's go to bed, baby. You look tired."
"I can't argue there, but I was hoping to get bath of my own after Harm went to sleep."
"Mind if I join you?"
"I was going to insist that you did." She smiled.
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0935
Sunday May 23, 1967
Sarah Rabb's Farm
Belleville, Pa--
"Harm, do you want to wear your blues or whites?" Harmon asked his son.
"It summer Daddy... I hafta wear white." He replied. Even at 3, he knew the difference between the two of
his 'uniforms'.
"Right you are. White it is." Harmon grinned at Harm.
"What time to we have to be at the church?" Trish asked.
"The morning service starts at 1030." Harmon said.
"Momma, I hungry."
"Harm, you just ate 4 pancakes..."
"I still hungry."
"We'll eat lunch when we get home."
Harm ran downstairs to wear his grandmother was basting a turkey. "Gramma, can I have a nana?"
"You just ate 4 pancakes, child."
"But I hungry, Gramma." Harm put his hands on his hips.
"Sarah, if he's asking for food, don't give it to him." Trish yelled down the stairs.
"You heard your mommy, Harm. No food."
"Ah, nuts."
Just then Harmon came downstairs. "Harm, unless you're going to church in only a diaper, come back up here
so I can dress you."
"No diaper, Daddy. Harm a big boy."
"Do you promise that you'll tell us when you have to go potty?"
"Yes Daddy. No diaper anymore." He almost cried.
"Alright, we'll put big boy underwear on you. But you better tell us when you need to go potty."
"I will."
"Okay, come on." Harmon took his hand and led his upstairs.
"Mommy," Harm ran into his parents room. "I need underwear." He announced.
"He promised he would tell us when he needed to go." Harmon added.
"Okay." She went to his room and pulled underwear out of a dresser drawer.
"Tank you momma." He took off his own diaper and slid on the underwear, then went to the bathroom to throw
his used diaper away.
"You're welcome, baby. Now go in and put your uniform on."
"Okay Momma." Since Harm could form sentences, he had insisted that it was his uniform. And couldn't be
convinced otherwise. So Trish had learned to play along.
20 minutes later they were all ready to head out to church.
"Harm, when people ask you your name, remember what I taught you."
"Okay Daddy. I will." He smiled. It was painfully obvious that Harm had inhertited Harmon's smile. Harmon said it was
a sure sign that Harm was going to be an aviator one day.
"Come on you two. We'll be late." Sarah called.
"Coming Momma." He picked Harm up and ran to the car.
"Hee hee hee, again Daddy!"
"After church we'll play."
"Yay!"
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They arrived at church 15 minutes later.
"Come on Harmon, some of these people haven't seen you since you left for Annapolis." Sarah said to her son.
"Yes Momma. Come on Harm." He grabbed Trish's hand.
"Harmon Rabb! Is that you?" Betty Jo Haggins said.
"Yes ma'am. It's me."
"Well of course it is. Who else would be wear Naval Dress Whites? Who is this lovely women beside you?"
"My wife, Trish. And this is my son."
"What's your name young man?"
"SEAMAN RECRUIT HARMON RABB JR., USN, MA'AM!" Harm yelled, then saluted.
Betty Jo had a good laugh, as did the rest of the crowd that had already gather in the small church.
"Harmon, have you been contaminating this child's mind with the Navy?"
"Yes ma'am, I have." He grinned.
"He make a good Sailor. He has the sounding off down pat."
"He's a natural. You ready for the Academy, Harm?"
"Yes Sir!" He shouted.
"Harm, stop yelling. You'll give the old people heart attacks." Harmon whispered.
"I heard that young man." Betty Jo hit his arm.
"Sorry ma'am." He smiled, not really looking all that sorry.
"Come on, the service is starting." Trish said.
The pastor started with a word of prayer. Harm folded his hands, closed his eyes, and bowed his head.
Next they had a time of greeting, in which everyone in the church either hugged Harm or shook his hand.
That was followed by singing of hymns, then came the sermon. Pretty soon he service was over.
"I needa go potty daddy."
"Alright, let's go." He took him into one of the small restrooms.
"Daddy?" Harm asked while they were waiting for Sarah and Trish to come to the car.
"What?"
"Why do you hafta go away?"
"It's part of my job." He knelt down to Harm's level. "But I promise that I'll never leave you or mommy for
longer than I have to."
"Momma said you hafta go away for all summer. And I am staying with Gramma."
"You want to stay with Gramma don't you?"
"I will miss Momma. And you."
"I know, and I'll miss you both too. But I promise that I'll come home soon. You're going to have so much fun with Grams
this summer that time will fly by."
"Time can fly? I thought only birds did..."
"It's an expression that grown ups use."
"Oh, okay..." He still looked confused. "Daddy, when will you come home?"
"In 3 months. Next month is June, then comes July, then August. I'll be home after August in finished."
"Okay daddy. I will try not to cry, I can be a big boy."
"It's okay to cry. And you know what? I'll probably cry too when I get to my ship."
"You will?? I thought only little people cried."
"Big people cry too, sometimes. So it's okay for you to do it too."
"I yuv you Daddy."
Harmon smiled at Harm's inability to say 'love'. "I love you too, buddy." He kissed his forehead.
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How'd you like it?? I'll try to write chapter 4 pretty quickly, but I don't know how my life will go for the next
few months, so I can promise anything. Please send feedback. Good or bad.--Rebekah
