Chapter 9: My Way
Disclaimer: All characters from the television show JAG and the show itself are the property of CBS and Donald P. Belisario. The characters Ron Allen, Matthew and Samantha Rabb, story, and storyline contained herein is the intellectual property of J.S. Levin copyright June 1, 2004 and may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the author's consent. Inquiries may be directed to the email address contained in the author's profile.
Spoilers: Through Season 10
A/N: I've taken a slightly different route with this chapter, and for those of you who don't like it, don't worry, this will be the only one. Thanks for the reviews, please keep 'em coming.
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Officer's Club
Annapolis, MD
0300 Zulu (2200 local
time)
By now, the party was in full swing and people were dancing on the dance floor. Harm went over to the band, mentioned something to the bandleader, who handed him a microphone which he clipped to his lapel. "Okay everyone," he announced when the band finished playing. "As the guest of honor and ranking officer, I'm going to override the Madams Vice and President in this matter, and I'm going to sing a song at this point. So, if the President of the Mess would care to join me on the dance floor."
Mac joined him on the dance floor, and as the band began the intro to Frank Sinatra's My Way, Harm began to lead Mac in a slow dance.
And now the end is
near
And so I face the
final curtain.
My friend, I'll
say it clear,
I'll state my
case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life
that's full,
I traveled each and
every highway,
And more, much more
than this,
I did it my way.
At this point, various other couples, including Sturgis and Varese and the Roberts' joined Harm and Mac on the dance floor.
Regrets, I've had
a few,
But then again,
Too few to mention.
I did what I had to
do,
And saw it through
without exemption.
I planned each
charted course,
Each careful step on
the byway,
And more, much more
than this,
I did it my way.
Yes there were
times,
I'm sure you knew,
When I'd bit off
more than I could chew.
But through it all,
When there was
doubt,
I ate it up and spit
it out.
I faced it all and I
stood tall,
And did it my way.
Sam and Matt danced over to their parents. Harm and Mac switched dance partners; Harm dancing with Samantha, while Mac danced with Matt.
I've loved,
I've laughed and
cried,
I've had my fill,
my share of losing.
He interjected a quick, "Thank you, Mac," as he looked over at her, which garnered a chuckle from the crowd. She glared at him as he continued singing, and then smiled and laughed.
And now, as tears
subside,
I find it all so
amusing,
To think I did all
that,
And may I say not in
a shy way,
Oh no, oh no, not
me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man?
What has he got?
If not himself, then
he has not.
To say the things
He truly feels,
And not the words of
one who kneels,
The record shows,
I took the blows,
and did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.
The room erupted into applause, and Mac gave Harm a kiss on the cheek as she came back over to him to continue dancing the night away.
TBC. . .