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This was supposed to be a one-chapter story, oh well.
Please review.
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Harm's Apartment
"Well what was it about?" Sturgis asked.
"I was a member of the Fabled Fifteen. Remember studying them?" Harm said.
"Of course I remember the CAG was McCampbell." Sturgis said, "I sat next to you in class."
"Sturg, I was talking to him, flying with him, it was amazing. I shot down a zero." Harm's voice was excited.
"Take it easy Harm," Sturgis replied, "You need to keep calm."
"What's going on?" Mac asked as she walked in.
"I had another dream." Harm replied.
"That bump really did a job on you." Mac said.
"Well, you're in good hands Harm. I guess I can get going." Sturgis said.
"Thanks buddy." Harm called after Sturgis as he left.
Mac sat on the edge of Harm's bed and ran her hand over the bump.
"Hey there," she said softly, "You want to talk about it?"
"Mac, it's all so real. Where we met, the combat, I could really feel what these men went through." He said.
Mac just smiled at Harm. She had never seen this side of his imagination before. In some ways she kind of liked it. While the 1940's were a time of hardship, it was also a very romantic period of time.
"Harm, I think you need to get more rest. Lie back." Mac said as she plumped a pillow. Harm lied back and Mac continued to caress his forehead. Shortly Harm feel asleep.
August 1945
Harm had been through a lot. He had 19 kills through his combat, which classified him as an ACE. An Ace was any combat pilot with 12 or more kills. He had been in the Battle of Leyte Gulf in October 1944. He had learned a lot from Cdr. McCampbell and was a talented fighter pilot. After his last mission in June 1945 he was granted a one-month leave starting in mid July. After visiting his family, Harm went to New York City. There was a ring he needed to retrieve and more importantly there was a woman he needed to see.
In the last year he had not forgotten about Sarah. He had written her a few times and she had replied. Of course it took weeks sometimes months for the letters to get there. He didn't care; each time he saw her writing on an envelope his heart soared.
August 13, 1945
Harm arrived in New York City; he went right to Broadway and 44th Street to the Stage Door Canteen. He walked in and saw the singer, Harriet speaking with the bandleader. "Can I help you Sir?" Harriet asked. Suddenly a smile broke across her face. "Harmon, is that you?"
Harm smiled, "You remembered. Where's Sarah?" He asked.
"Of course I do Lieutenant. Sarah's not here, she went to see her family she will be back tomorrow. How long is your leave?" Harriet stated.
"I have to be back on August 28th." Harm answered. Realizing that he was a bit rude, Harm turned to the bandleader and extended his hand. "Hello, I am Lieutenant Harmon Rabb," he said. "Sturgis Turner," the bandleader replied. "It's an honor to meet you." They shook hands.
Harm noticed Harriet's left hand and smiled. "I forgot congratulations are in order. Bud told me."
Harriet giggled and said, "He proposed right after he came back in June. Once this war is finally over we are going to be married. But you probably know that already." Harm did know that, he was going to be the best man and he hoped that Sarah would be her Maid of Honor.
"Harriet, I can't believe I've missed her." Harm said.
"You haven't, she'll be back tomorrow." Harriet replied.
"Harriet please don't tell her I'm here. I want to surprise her." Harm said.
"I won't tell." Harriet smiled.
Harm left the nightclub and went to find a place to stay for the night. His heart was racing and couldn't stop thinking about Sarah.
August 14, 1945
Harm awoke that morning and dressed. The city was abuzz. As Harm walked though the hotel lobby he could hear music and cheering coming from the streets. As he stepped out into Times Square he noticed the headlines of a paper. " JAPAN SURRENDERS!!" Harm couldn't believe what he was seeing. He ran back into the hotel and made a phone call. Yes it was true, Japan has surrendered and the war was finally over. Harm raced out of the hotel. He had to find Sarah. As he ran through Times Square he noticed a sailor grab a nurse and passionately kiss her. Little did he know that he had just witnessed something that would become one of the most recognized and famous poses of all time.
He approached the entrance to the Stage Door Canteen Harriet was standing outside celebrating. Harm ran to here, "Where is she?" He asked breathlessly. Before she could answer Sarah came running across and threw herself into Harm's arms.
With tears in her eyes, "You came back," was all she said. Harm kissed her and looking into her beautiful face replied, "I told you I always keep my promises."
Harm's Apartment
"I love you Sarah." Harm called out. Mac walked into his bedroom when she heard her name. "Harm, wake up." Mac said very quietly. She knew she should wake him up but secretly she wanted to hear what else he was going to say.
"Sarah, I don't ever want to be parted from you again." Harm said in his sleep.
Mac carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled. Why can't he say this when he's awake she wondered.
Mac reached over and caressed Harm's face. "Harm wake up." She said again.
Harm bolted up from his sleep. "Mac." he said as he leaned in and kissed her.
This was supposed to be a one-chapter story, oh well.
Please review.
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Harm's Apartment
"Well what was it about?" Sturgis asked.
"I was a member of the Fabled Fifteen. Remember studying them?" Harm said.
"Of course I remember the CAG was McCampbell." Sturgis said, "I sat next to you in class."
"Sturg, I was talking to him, flying with him, it was amazing. I shot down a zero." Harm's voice was excited.
"Take it easy Harm," Sturgis replied, "You need to keep calm."
"What's going on?" Mac asked as she walked in.
"I had another dream." Harm replied.
"That bump really did a job on you." Mac said.
"Well, you're in good hands Harm. I guess I can get going." Sturgis said.
"Thanks buddy." Harm called after Sturgis as he left.
Mac sat on the edge of Harm's bed and ran her hand over the bump.
"Hey there," she said softly, "You want to talk about it?"
"Mac, it's all so real. Where we met, the combat, I could really feel what these men went through." He said.
Mac just smiled at Harm. She had never seen this side of his imagination before. In some ways she kind of liked it. While the 1940's were a time of hardship, it was also a very romantic period of time.
"Harm, I think you need to get more rest. Lie back." Mac said as she plumped a pillow. Harm lied back and Mac continued to caress his forehead. Shortly Harm feel asleep.
August 1945
Harm had been through a lot. He had 19 kills through his combat, which classified him as an ACE. An Ace was any combat pilot with 12 or more kills. He had been in the Battle of Leyte Gulf in October 1944. He had learned a lot from Cdr. McCampbell and was a talented fighter pilot. After his last mission in June 1945 he was granted a one-month leave starting in mid July. After visiting his family, Harm went to New York City. There was a ring he needed to retrieve and more importantly there was a woman he needed to see.
In the last year he had not forgotten about Sarah. He had written her a few times and she had replied. Of course it took weeks sometimes months for the letters to get there. He didn't care; each time he saw her writing on an envelope his heart soared.
August 13, 1945
Harm arrived in New York City; he went right to Broadway and 44th Street to the Stage Door Canteen. He walked in and saw the singer, Harriet speaking with the bandleader. "Can I help you Sir?" Harriet asked. Suddenly a smile broke across her face. "Harmon, is that you?"
Harm smiled, "You remembered. Where's Sarah?" He asked.
"Of course I do Lieutenant. Sarah's not here, she went to see her family she will be back tomorrow. How long is your leave?" Harriet stated.
"I have to be back on August 28th." Harm answered. Realizing that he was a bit rude, Harm turned to the bandleader and extended his hand. "Hello, I am Lieutenant Harmon Rabb," he said. "Sturgis Turner," the bandleader replied. "It's an honor to meet you." They shook hands.
Harm noticed Harriet's left hand and smiled. "I forgot congratulations are in order. Bud told me."
Harriet giggled and said, "He proposed right after he came back in June. Once this war is finally over we are going to be married. But you probably know that already." Harm did know that, he was going to be the best man and he hoped that Sarah would be her Maid of Honor.
"Harriet, I can't believe I've missed her." Harm said.
"You haven't, she'll be back tomorrow." Harriet replied.
"Harriet please don't tell her I'm here. I want to surprise her." Harm said.
"I won't tell." Harriet smiled.
Harm left the nightclub and went to find a place to stay for the night. His heart was racing and couldn't stop thinking about Sarah.
August 14, 1945
Harm awoke that morning and dressed. The city was abuzz. As Harm walked though the hotel lobby he could hear music and cheering coming from the streets. As he stepped out into Times Square he noticed the headlines of a paper. " JAPAN SURRENDERS!!" Harm couldn't believe what he was seeing. He ran back into the hotel and made a phone call. Yes it was true, Japan has surrendered and the war was finally over. Harm raced out of the hotel. He had to find Sarah. As he ran through Times Square he noticed a sailor grab a nurse and passionately kiss her. Little did he know that he had just witnessed something that would become one of the most recognized and famous poses of all time.
He approached the entrance to the Stage Door Canteen Harriet was standing outside celebrating. Harm ran to here, "Where is she?" He asked breathlessly. Before she could answer Sarah came running across and threw herself into Harm's arms.
With tears in her eyes, "You came back," was all she said. Harm kissed her and looking into her beautiful face replied, "I told you I always keep my promises."
Harm's Apartment
"I love you Sarah." Harm called out. Mac walked into his bedroom when she heard her name. "Harm, wake up." Mac said very quietly. She knew she should wake him up but secretly she wanted to hear what else he was going to say.
"Sarah, I don't ever want to be parted from you again." Harm said in his sleep.
Mac carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled. Why can't he say this when he's awake she wondered.
Mac reached over and caressed Harm's face. "Harm wake up." She said again.
Harm bolted up from his sleep. "Mac." he said as he leaned in and kissed her.