February 4th, 1944

Dear Bea,

I'm glad you're finally able to have some fun. You're supposed to be enjoying all these things for me, after all. You know? I'm not even sure I can remember the last picture I saw. Probably something with Steve before I got my orders. And Gordy was there, huh? Something you're not telling me, Bea? Come now, don't skimp on the details. Was it a date? Should I be writing Jack to keep a closer eye on you? Haha!

I'm expecting a full report on little Gordy in your next letter, you know.

Not much to report here. Not that I can really talk about, at least. It's all still pretty top secret. But we're making a difference, Bea. I know we are. We just got back from a mission—a success, thank you—and we're already starting to plan another one. I swear, Bea, at the rate we're going? We'll have the bad guys beat soon. And it doesn't sound like the rest of the Allies are doing too bad either. Who knows! The War may just be over in time for next Christmas. Wouldn't that be something? And if it helps, I'm doing a lot of the sharpshooting for our team, which means there are times that I'm out of the fighting on the ground. Not that you won't still worry. I do know you too well to hope for that, but maybe it'll help a little.

And did she now? That's really something. I bet Uncle Reg is proud, and I can certainly picture Aunt Carol being like that. She's always been prone to nerves. I hope Eloise can handle it over here. The hospitals aren't fun places, and the Field Medics have a hard time of it too. Either way, she's going to have her work cut out for her. But if she's made it this far, I'm sure she'll do fine.

I miss you too, Bea. And Mom and Jack. Danny too. Steve sends his love. You did get his apology, right? We're working as hard as we can to get home soon. Don't you doubt that for a minute.

Love you, Bumblebee.

Your favorite big brother,

Bucky

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