Chapter 2
(Harm's POV)
Alright, next one. I draw out a clean sheet after sealing the last letter in an envelope addressed to my mother and Frank. This one's going to be hard....
May 23. 2003
Dear Grams,
I know you're disappointed in me. A lot of people are these days, if they don't hate me.
Please don't hate me Grams, I don't think I could bear that. I have no right to ask that of you though. I'm starting to cry now, and I know what you're thinking, my grandson crying??!! Yeah, I do cry, ask Mac. Jus not too often.
In short grams, my life was a mess. I've lost the most important things in my life. I just couldn't go on. If you want the whole story ask Mac or the Admiral. Please don't blame them, it's my fault it always was. I just want you to know I'm sorry and I hope Sergei can be a better grandson to you.
Love, Harmon
Okay, that's done. Now the next one..
May 23. 2003
Dear Sergei,
I'm sorry I won't live to see you get married or be an uncle. I'm not really the best role model anyway, but I think you knew my faults better than anyone, even me. Even Mac. I hope you have a wonderful career whether you choose the Russian military, or the U.S. Navy. I do wish you'd join our navy though.
Anyway, you know, I'm not very good at these letters. I'm just sorry I can't seem to form into words everything I want to tell you. I'm sorry Sergei, I wish I could say more.
Love, Harm
(Mac's POV)
I can't sleep, not that that's new. I'm an insomniac.
Was I wrong with Harm? I usually am. What else could I do???!!! There's only so much a woman can take, even if she's a marine, and I've reached my limit. Why didn't he answer my question? Why?! Why?! Why?!
Oh hell. Where are my sleeping pills?
(Harm's POV)
Alright, next one. I draw out a clean sheet after sealing the last letter in an envelope addressed to my mother and Frank. This one's going to be hard....
May 23. 2003
Dear Grams,
I know you're disappointed in me. A lot of people are these days, if they don't hate me.
Please don't hate me Grams, I don't think I could bear that. I have no right to ask that of you though. I'm starting to cry now, and I know what you're thinking, my grandson crying??!! Yeah, I do cry, ask Mac. Jus not too often.
In short grams, my life was a mess. I've lost the most important things in my life. I just couldn't go on. If you want the whole story ask Mac or the Admiral. Please don't blame them, it's my fault it always was. I just want you to know I'm sorry and I hope Sergei can be a better grandson to you.
Love, Harmon
Okay, that's done. Now the next one..
May 23. 2003
Dear Sergei,
I'm sorry I won't live to see you get married or be an uncle. I'm not really the best role model anyway, but I think you knew my faults better than anyone, even me. Even Mac. I hope you have a wonderful career whether you choose the Russian military, or the U.S. Navy. I do wish you'd join our navy though.
Anyway, you know, I'm not very good at these letters. I'm just sorry I can't seem to form into words everything I want to tell you. I'm sorry Sergei, I wish I could say more.
Love, Harm
(Mac's POV)
I can't sleep, not that that's new. I'm an insomniac.
Was I wrong with Harm? I usually am. What else could I do???!!! There's only so much a woman can take, even if she's a marine, and I've reached my limit. Why didn't he answer my question? Why?! Why?! Why?!
Oh hell. Where are my sleeping pills?