"I'll See You in My Dreams: I'll Be Seeing You" 3/?
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: JAG doesn't belong to me, the song, nor the movie "A Guy Named Joe."
AN: Thanks to all the wonderful reviews! If something is confusing please ask, and I'll try to answer it for you.
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"I'll Be Seeing You" by Irving Fahal and Sammy Fain
Sung by Bing Crosby in the movie, "I'll Be Seeing You"
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
And The chestnut trees
The wishing well
And I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
And everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
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Grandma Sara's Farm
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harmon Rabb, Jr. stood in the doorway of the old farmhouse leaning against the door frame. At his side was the testimony to his accident, and the recovery he was still making to wellville, his cane. It was once his grandfather's when he had broken his leg as a young man.
The past was something Harm could connect to, and hold on to while his future was thrown up in the air with his diagnosis of night blindness. All his life, he wanted to be a pilot like his father and grandfather. It was a connection between all three of them that life had never given them.
Left behind were two women who loved those two men with all their hearts. One to spend life alone, and another to find happiness with another man. Another man that Harm had never allowed really into his life. To do so felt like he was replacing his father, a father he believed was still alive somewhere. He would find him some day.
In the barn stood another piece of history of the Rabb family. A bi-plane Steerman that was no longer in working order, but fixable in the young Rabb's mind. His father and him had planned to fix it up one day for them to fly together, but that day never came. Now Harm had all the time in the world and he would fix it.
His leg was starting to heal, and every day he tried to make the walk to the barn. It would get to be too much for him to handle, and he would slowly walk back defeated by his pain. He was almost to the point of reaching it, and he knew that he would do so by the end of the week if not sooner.
He headed on his long journey to the barn that stood high in the sky. Using the cane as much as he could. A voice in his head kept telling him, 'Go, you can do it, you can make it.'
His determination growing with each step, Harm gathered all his strength to reach that barn; slowly he reached it. Reaching up to wipe his face, Harm found tears of exhaustion and pain lying there from the trip. A reminder of what he had to go through to get there.
His body collapsed as he entered the barn. Laying there for quite awhile, Harm rested to make his trip make to the house. His grandmother would get worried soon if he didn't come back, and come in search for him.
Behind him stood the bi-plane all covered up with dust collecting all over. Standing up slowly, he went to the plane. Slowly removing the cover, he revealed what to him looked like a magnificent plane
This was his dream for the future. Harm stood there for minutes just staring at it. It was what he needed. The connection of family, his past, and his future was wrapped up in that plane.
Two hours later, Grandma Sara discovered her sleeping grandson in the barn. His hand lay on the plane, and on his face was the first real smile she had seen from him since he arrived. She grabbed the cover and covered him up letting him sleep there with his dream.
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Miramar, California
3 months later
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harmon Rabb, Jr. was not doing what he wanted to be doing. He was a mechanic, for heaven's sake. The Navy had decided he knew enough planes to train him on how to fix and prepare them for flight.
The only thing they had been interesting lately was the JAG investigation into the pilot that died last week. The JAG had been running around like a chicken with his head cut off for five days. Harm had lost count how many times he had been interviewed for the case. Some of the mechanics and pilots had started complaining about the annoyance he had been causing.
The man seemed determined that someone was the cause of that airplane crash, and it wasn't just pilot error. The pilot had been a good one, not as well as himself, but a good one. Things happen, Harm knew, no matter how good of a pilot you were.
Two weeks later, a man was being tried for sabotage of the airplane. A mechanic Harm had only met briefly. For some reason, Harm had been drawn to the courtroom as the trial went on. He didn't know if he believed the man was guilty or not, but he found himself wanting to hear both sides and finding his own verdict.
After the case was over, Harm found himself talking to the JAG lawyer that prosecuted.
"You knew from the beginning it was sabotage without any evidence. What gave you the determination to follow through?" Harm asked the man.
"Lt., I have to go with my gut instinct sometimes. There is more to investigating then just asking questions and getting the appropriate answers. Truth is the most important thing so justice can be determined. How would you feel if someone you cared or loved was wrongly accused of something, but because no one was determined to find out what really happened they were incriminated?"
"That shouldn't happen to anyone."
"Exactly my point. That's my job, to make sure that doesn't happen to anyone. If I didn't find out the truth this could happen again. Now there is one less chance that it will happen to another pilot. We need good pilots, and to lose them because our own men killed them is wrong."
Harmon Rabb Jr. stood stunned. The man walked away not realizing just how much of a role he may have played in Harm's life. Some day he might find out, but for now Harm stood wondering if he had the determination to follow through like the JAG man, and find truth and justice.
A slow smile crept across his face as he realized he found his future.
TBC...
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: JAG doesn't belong to me, the song, nor the movie "A Guy Named Joe."
AN: Thanks to all the wonderful reviews! If something is confusing please ask, and I'll try to answer it for you.
************************************************************************
"I'll Be Seeing You" by Irving Fahal and Sammy Fain
Sung by Bing Crosby in the movie, "I'll Be Seeing You"
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
And The chestnut trees
The wishing well
And I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
And everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
*************************************
Grandma Sara's Farm
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harmon Rabb, Jr. stood in the doorway of the old farmhouse leaning against the door frame. At his side was the testimony to his accident, and the recovery he was still making to wellville, his cane. It was once his grandfather's when he had broken his leg as a young man.
The past was something Harm could connect to, and hold on to while his future was thrown up in the air with his diagnosis of night blindness. All his life, he wanted to be a pilot like his father and grandfather. It was a connection between all three of them that life had never given them.
Left behind were two women who loved those two men with all their hearts. One to spend life alone, and another to find happiness with another man. Another man that Harm had never allowed really into his life. To do so felt like he was replacing his father, a father he believed was still alive somewhere. He would find him some day.
In the barn stood another piece of history of the Rabb family. A bi-plane Steerman that was no longer in working order, but fixable in the young Rabb's mind. His father and him had planned to fix it up one day for them to fly together, but that day never came. Now Harm had all the time in the world and he would fix it.
His leg was starting to heal, and every day he tried to make the walk to the barn. It would get to be too much for him to handle, and he would slowly walk back defeated by his pain. He was almost to the point of reaching it, and he knew that he would do so by the end of the week if not sooner.
He headed on his long journey to the barn that stood high in the sky. Using the cane as much as he could. A voice in his head kept telling him, 'Go, you can do it, you can make it.'
His determination growing with each step, Harm gathered all his strength to reach that barn; slowly he reached it. Reaching up to wipe his face, Harm found tears of exhaustion and pain lying there from the trip. A reminder of what he had to go through to get there.
His body collapsed as he entered the barn. Laying there for quite awhile, Harm rested to make his trip make to the house. His grandmother would get worried soon if he didn't come back, and come in search for him.
Behind him stood the bi-plane all covered up with dust collecting all over. Standing up slowly, he went to the plane. Slowly removing the cover, he revealed what to him looked like a magnificent plane
This was his dream for the future. Harm stood there for minutes just staring at it. It was what he needed. The connection of family, his past, and his future was wrapped up in that plane.
Two hours later, Grandma Sara discovered her sleeping grandson in the barn. His hand lay on the plane, and on his face was the first real smile she had seen from him since he arrived. She grabbed the cover and covered him up letting him sleep there with his dream.
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Miramar, California
3 months later
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harmon Rabb, Jr. was not doing what he wanted to be doing. He was a mechanic, for heaven's sake. The Navy had decided he knew enough planes to train him on how to fix and prepare them for flight.
The only thing they had been interesting lately was the JAG investigation into the pilot that died last week. The JAG had been running around like a chicken with his head cut off for five days. Harm had lost count how many times he had been interviewed for the case. Some of the mechanics and pilots had started complaining about the annoyance he had been causing.
The man seemed determined that someone was the cause of that airplane crash, and it wasn't just pilot error. The pilot had been a good one, not as well as himself, but a good one. Things happen, Harm knew, no matter how good of a pilot you were.
Two weeks later, a man was being tried for sabotage of the airplane. A mechanic Harm had only met briefly. For some reason, Harm had been drawn to the courtroom as the trial went on. He didn't know if he believed the man was guilty or not, but he found himself wanting to hear both sides and finding his own verdict.
After the case was over, Harm found himself talking to the JAG lawyer that prosecuted.
"You knew from the beginning it was sabotage without any evidence. What gave you the determination to follow through?" Harm asked the man.
"Lt., I have to go with my gut instinct sometimes. There is more to investigating then just asking questions and getting the appropriate answers. Truth is the most important thing so justice can be determined. How would you feel if someone you cared or loved was wrongly accused of something, but because no one was determined to find out what really happened they were incriminated?"
"That shouldn't happen to anyone."
"Exactly my point. That's my job, to make sure that doesn't happen to anyone. If I didn't find out the truth this could happen again. Now there is one less chance that it will happen to another pilot. We need good pilots, and to lose them because our own men killed them is wrong."
Harmon Rabb Jr. stood stunned. The man walked away not realizing just how much of a role he may have played in Harm's life. Some day he might find out, but for now Harm stood wondering if he had the determination to follow through like the JAG man, and find truth and justice.
A slow smile crept across his face as he realized he found his future.
TBC...