August 15th, 1944

Dear Bea,

Well, I miss being there to do it in person. You always make such funny little faces when we pull the big brother role on you. I'm glad to hear that you managed to make it out a couple times before they left, though. But a slow dance? You're just teasing, right? I certainly hope so. There are times I still have trouble remembering that you're not in pigtails anymore. You shouldn't be old enough to slow dance. And what's this about asking Steve to give you away?

That's just cruel of you, Bumblebee. I think I'm wounded. Again. You're getting far too good at that, you know.

You're too young to get married anyway. But I appreciate you promising to wait until we're all home. At the very least I need to be able to properly question whomever wants to try. Have to make sure he's good enough for my favorite sister, after all.

I want to be able to tell you not to worry, Bea. I really do. But I can't. I can't lie to you. There's lots to worry about. But we're doing our best. We really are. But just so we're clear, I have no intention of snuffing it over here. Just like I know Jack's the same. And things are going well over here. Our side is gaining more ground by the day, it seems. Both the main armies and the Commandos. But it's not quick. As much as I'd like to think that we'll be home for Christmas, as much as I'm still hoping, I'm beginning to doubt it myself, Bea. There's still a lot to do.

But don't worry, Bea. We'll get it done. And then we'll be home.

Be sure to give Mom a hug for me.

Love,

Bucky

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