Dear Rebecca,
I wish I could say training was easy, but nothing in the war was ever going to come easy anyway. Our infantry moves to Libya tomorrow. We are preparing for an attack on Jalo, which was invaded by Germans.
Some of the brutality I've seen even at the camps is immense. They bring the severely wounded soldiers that couldn't be patched up on the battle front back to England. The war is real. And I haven't even been shipped out yet.
I'm glad to hear you are an aunt now. I guess that makes me an uncle then. Huh. Send my love to your sister.
Make sure Steve gets the letter I sent him. And check up on him for me. I'd appreciate knowing he's okay.
I know you. You're one tough cookie. Be safe packaging those bullets and whip those girls into shape in the factory. I've heard a couple stories of near misses when cases and gunpowder were dropped. I don't want to hear about factories blowing up.
It's late. I need to sleep. Plane for Libya leaves early tomorrow.
I love you, Rebecca. You're the perfect one for me.
-Love, Bucky Barnes
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Love, Rebecca Wood // Bucky Barnes ✔️
Fanfiction"The next time I see your face will be the next time I'll ever see daylight again." Letters of love, hope, tragedy, and loss between lovers in the time of World War II •CA:TFA• {COMPLETED 8.27.16} {EDITED 3.13.17}
