Harm/Mac – parents. A 5-sentence ficlet prompt from a fellow Tumblr user. Thank you for the prompt!
"Harmon Rabb the third," the Navy recruiter read from the file, emphasizing the suffix on the name and peering intently at the tall, dark-haired teenager standing at attention in front of him, "and why do you want to enlist in the United States Navy, son?"
"Tradition, sir," he answered promptly. "I come from a long line of naval aviators and would like the opportunity to serve my country the same way my father did and his father and grandfather before that."
"You do realize that the life of a Navy pilot involves more than pulling stupid stunts in the air and flaunting your superiority over the Marine Corps?"
"I'm not so sure about that, sir," the boy replied confidently, "because my father pulled enough stunts to last the Navy a lifetime and my mother was the Marine who stood by his side through all of them."