Rear Admiral A.J. Chegwidden
By Kimberly Knipp (MCK8686@aol.com)
What a helluva day this turned out to be. I’ve had my hands full lately trying to get Rabb and MacKenzie settled into a working relationship before they kill each other. I certainly didn’t need the added mess of an escaped spy. Corporal Magida showed up in my office big as you please and demanded that his case be reinvestigated – claiming he was framed. A damn prisoner in my own office! Hell, sometimes I wonder if I’m suited for this job. I knew someday I’d end up with a desk instead of a gun. The SEALs are a young man’s game. But I didn’t think it would be like this. Having my judgment questioned, wondering if I made the right choice. I always knew when I was on a mission. I didn’t have to question what I was doing or how I felt.
As much as I give him hell, I see a lot of myself in Rabb. He’s a doer. Sometimes that gets him in trouble but he follows his instincts and he’s rarely ever wrong. He took charge of what happened today like he was already in charge. I was damn proud of him for stepping up to the plate. He and MacKenzie are alike in that respect. She’s not afraid to stand up and take charge of a situation. She did an excellent job today with Corporal Magida. Rabb faced down Osbourne and I know he would have taken him down if necessary. A lesser man might have backed away from Osbourne’s threats. Rabb doesn’t particularly care who the person is if he’s doing something wrong.
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Magida’s new trial was today and the judge overturned his original sentence. They applied the time he already served to the new charges and he’s a free man. I was grateful to see justice served. I’m only sorry that he lost eight years of his life in jail in the first place.