Chapter
13
October
1999
Abord
the USS Patrick Henry
In
the Adriatic sea
Dear
Nell,
I'm
on the crow's nest at the moment, looking over the deck and thinking.
I had a talk with the CAG earlier and... my carreer as a Naval
Aviator may come to an end sooner than I expected. I missed a couple
of wars, I don't have enough flight hours or traps to command a
squadron... I love flying, Nell, I so love it. You know the feeling
of flying a jet. It's a feeling like no other.
But
I have to think of my career. There's a court martial on board at the
moment, the fleet JAG doesn't know a thing about this end of the law,
he's more of an administrative lawyer. And I can't help but trying to
help. When I lost my flying status in '91, I was reluctant to go into
law. And now, it seems I can't wait to get back to it.
But
if I leave, maybe I should say « when I leave », it's
going to be my choice, and on my time. I'll be able to keep my flying
status, do my quals. I've come to love the law. I'll be leaving with
my head high, having served well, having nothing else to prove. The
squadron gave me a new callsign today, the same as my fathers,
Hammer. I feel so honored, and proud. I do regret leaving flying and
sea duty. But I think I'll love being back into the courtroom. I'll
tell you how it goes.
Fly
high always !
Harm
Dear
Harm,
Life
has a way of closing doors in front of our noses just when we expect
it the least, only to push them open again when, again, we expect it
the least. I'm sorry you're leaving your flight squadron, but I'm
glad you'll be doing something you love equally.
I'm
coming to the States next month, I'll be in Washington for a day or
two. If you're back, or on shore leave, let me know ! I'd love
to see you !
Take
care of my flyboy !
Nell
*****
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