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In Their Own Words - Jinx

Harm    Mac    Bud     Annie

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr.

By Kimberly Knipp (MCK8686@aol.com)

Mac and I are on a new case to the USS America that hits a little too close for me. The crew thinks there’s a jinx on one of the squadrons. I lost one of my best friends – Luke Pendry – in one of the crashes. As I write this, they’ve lost all the pilots from that squad except for one. I don’t believe in jinxes, karma, luck or whatever else you want to call it. There are explanations for what’s happening in the air but they’ve let themselves be spooked. The last pilot up with Pistol said he wouldn’t go back up with him. Hell, I don’t know what to make of this except there has to be a way to make them believe this isn’t some jinx reaching out to them.

I’ve been to see Annie and Josh. Seeing her again… it’s brought back up feelings I thought I’d gotten rid of. It doesn’t feel right-wanting her and still seeing her as Luke’s widow. I think she wants me, too. I can see it in her eyes but she’s nervous. Maybe she’s thinking about Luke, too. But he’s dead and I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t want her to live the rest of her life alone. Josh is a great kid, one I’d be proud to call my son. I think Annie’s scared to get involved again. Especially with another Navy man. Josh wants to fly like me and his Dad and it scares her to death. I know she wants to discourage him from becoming a fighter pilot. I can only hope she’ll start to realize she can’t chose his path for him. He has to chose it on his own.

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I got to fly the missing man formation today for the funeral. Turned out to be one helluva ride. I went up with Pistol and we had an accident tanking. The basket hit the canopy, the Plexiglass cut me in the head and I had blood and fuel in my eyes. Pete had to help me get us down. He wanted to eject and I wouldn’t let him. Thank God I didn’t. We found out after landing there was a piece of glass under his ejection firing pin. If we’d ejected my seat would have fried him. But we got the plane down and I can’t describe to anyone how it felt to know I hadn’t lost my instincts. I couldn’t see, but with Pete’s help we landed. I still have my guts. God, I miss flying! It’s like there’s a piece of me missing and nothing else is going to fill that. No matter how many cases I try, how many people I bring to justice, how many lives I change, it still doesn’t replace flying. It’s hard for everyone else to understand that. Even Mac. She doesn’t understand the rush, the power. She thinks I’m chasing after a lost dream. Maybe she’s right and maybe she’s not. I’m not ready to give up yet. I want to fly again full time. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life at JAG. It’s been good to me but it’s not me. Flying is in my blood. It’s who I am, what I believe in, the air I breathe. I will go back to it someday. If there’s any possible way or chance, I will be back there.

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Disclaimer: While based on the JAG episode, this is for entertainment purposes only and no profit is being made.