FF:  Flying
Author: Nik 
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own JAG or any of the characters in 
this story.  If I did, the character of Sarah Mackenzie would look exactly 
like me and Singer would be history.   This is just for fun.
Feedback:  Appreciated.     
Summary:  Ok, so I'm depressed today after what just happened to Bud.  
Had to spread some tragedy around to our JAG characters. This is very 
short.




It was a beautiful day for flying.

The clear sky was the color of the sea in the Mediterranean around this 
time of year.  A deep, clear blue with just a hint of green.  Clear 
blue sky, so much like Harm's clear blue eyes, just a bit of green.  Not a 
cloud at all, a cool spring day, Harm's favorite kind of day.

He would have been flying today, definitely.

As Mac stood in the Arlington National Cemetery, she watched the F-14s 
flying the missing man formation overhead, afterburners aglow,  the 
sound deafening , and she cried.  And remembered.  And wished for him.

And she knew, that somewhere above, he was seeing his dad again, 
rejoicing in the reunion he had truly wanted for a long  toime.  He had never 
feared death, she knew that now.  And when the end came, she was sure 
of it.  He died valiantly, with no fear, no remorse. 

He was watching over her now from above.  She could feel his presence 
all around her, touching her with the light fingertips of a soft wind, 
comforting her with the glow of the morning sun.   

And as the Admiral handed her the folded flag and the gold wings, she 
cried harder, and looked to the sky, and could only see the blue, so 
like his eyes.  So much a part of him.

Yes, it was a beautiful day for flying.