Chapter 3
(Harm's POV)
I hate doing this, but It's got to be done. How am I going to write this letter?
May 23, 2003
Dear Admiral, Sir,
I know I don't have the right to call you that anymore. I also know you're not in the mood to humor me, but please do, it'll be the last time.
I'd like to apologize for all the trouble I've given you over the years, I've probably been your least favorite subordinate. I don't think you fully understood why I did what I did. I'm not saying it would change your judgment either, I just want to tell you because I owe you the full truth.
I went down to Paraguay to find Mac, yes. Not because she's my friend, because I love her. I can't even remember now when I didn't. I would do that for anyone, Sir, Mac, you, Bud, Harriet, my brother, anyone I admire and love.
You, Sir, have been my father, the figure I've always looked up to. Aside from my father, you're the only man I truly admire and want to be like. You mean a lot to me sir. I can only hope my feeble words can portray half my meaning.
I'll only ask three things of you. First, please don't blame yourself for this. It's a combination of factors. Second, please watch out for Mac, because I can't do that anymore. Third, although I doubt they'll allow this. I would like to be buried in Arlington.
Again sir, I'm sorry for being such a disappointment to you and all of JAG. Even though I'm a lawyer, I can't seem to twist these words to get them to say what I want to. I'm sorry sir. If only you knew how sorry.
Sincerely, Commander Harmon David Rabb Jr.
Well, that's off my shoulders now...
(Mac's POV)
You know, these damn things aren't working they never do. Mostly they make me more awake than ever.
Harm asked for a kiss before he left today, I wonder why? I was so surprised I denied him.. He looked so disappointed when he left. He said "Goodbye Sarah". He's never said that before either. Why is he acting so weird? I think something's up. Question is, What????
Damn. Now the stupid phone's ringing, I should just disconnect that thing when I go to bed, or I'll never get any sleep.
I scramble out of bed to pick up the phone.
"Colonel MacKenzie." I say exasperated.
"This is Doctor Barton at St. Mary's Hospital, you know Mr. Webb right?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Webb just had a heart attack, it's the aftereffects of some of the torture he went through, we're trying to stabilize him, but it doesn't look good. He may die within ten minutes."
"I'll be right over," I hang up and start dashing around getting dressed. Within ten minutes I'm running out into the pouring rain...
(Harm's POV)
I hate doing this, but It's got to be done. How am I going to write this letter?
May 23, 2003
Dear Admiral, Sir,
I know I don't have the right to call you that anymore. I also know you're not in the mood to humor me, but please do, it'll be the last time.
I'd like to apologize for all the trouble I've given you over the years, I've probably been your least favorite subordinate. I don't think you fully understood why I did what I did. I'm not saying it would change your judgment either, I just want to tell you because I owe you the full truth.
I went down to Paraguay to find Mac, yes. Not because she's my friend, because I love her. I can't even remember now when I didn't. I would do that for anyone, Sir, Mac, you, Bud, Harriet, my brother, anyone I admire and love.
You, Sir, have been my father, the figure I've always looked up to. Aside from my father, you're the only man I truly admire and want to be like. You mean a lot to me sir. I can only hope my feeble words can portray half my meaning.
I'll only ask three things of you. First, please don't blame yourself for this. It's a combination of factors. Second, please watch out for Mac, because I can't do that anymore. Third, although I doubt they'll allow this. I would like to be buried in Arlington.
Again sir, I'm sorry for being such a disappointment to you and all of JAG. Even though I'm a lawyer, I can't seem to twist these words to get them to say what I want to. I'm sorry sir. If only you knew how sorry.
Sincerely, Commander Harmon David Rabb Jr.
Well, that's off my shoulders now...
(Mac's POV)
You know, these damn things aren't working they never do. Mostly they make me more awake than ever.
Harm asked for a kiss before he left today, I wonder why? I was so surprised I denied him.. He looked so disappointed when he left. He said "Goodbye Sarah". He's never said that before either. Why is he acting so weird? I think something's up. Question is, What????
Damn. Now the stupid phone's ringing, I should just disconnect that thing when I go to bed, or I'll never get any sleep.
I scramble out of bed to pick up the phone.
"Colonel MacKenzie." I say exasperated.
"This is Doctor Barton at St. Mary's Hospital, you know Mr. Webb right?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Webb just had a heart attack, it's the aftereffects of some of the torture he went through, we're trying to stabilize him, but it doesn't look good. He may die within ten minutes."
"I'll be right over," I hang up and start dashing around getting dressed. Within ten minutes I'm running out into the pouring rain...