My Dearest Rebecca,
We are in Tunisia. I'm writing this from a hospital bed with a hole in my hip. I got shot. I almost didn't make it that time. But that fight is won. I might actually get to spend Christmas in England. Well, in a recovery room. Maybe.
I've finally noticed the true horrors of this fight.
The German men have seemed to start to look like they don't know what they're fighting for.
I don't know what I'm fighting for, other than you and our families.
The smell of blood and bromine don't phase me no more.
My ears will be ringing for the rest of my life.
This nurse won't stop flirting with me even though I talk my ear off to everyone about you.
Movies may portray war in black and white.
But trust me.
The war is in color.
-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}
