April 15st, 1944

Dear Bea,

I wish I were home too. —I—Dann—

I should be there with you, Mom and Jack. And Abigail. It kills me that I'm not. It helps a bit having Steve here, having someone else who knew him. I don't know how well I'd be coping without him here. But the missions help too. They give me something to focus on. Something to keep my mind occupied, —to keep from thinking about—

I'm sorry it isn't a longer letter, Bumblebee. But I just can't bring myself to write much more. Danny's too heavy on my mind. I imagine you know exactly what that feels like.

I miss you all so much, Bea.

Steve and the rest of the boys send their condolences.

Bucky

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