July 27th, 1944

Dear Bucky,

You know, there part of me was beginning to miss your unreasonable overprotectiveness. And his name is Gordon, not Gordy. I had such high hopes for you, Bucky. Oh well. You'll be happy to know we did go out dancing again—twice—since I last wrote you. And I danced with Gordon and Jack. And just to spite you, I'm claiming one of the slow dances was the one I danced for you. Ha! What do you have to say about that!

But don't worry. I have no intention of getting married just yet. Not until you and Jack are back from the War. After all, I need my favorite brother to walk me down the aisle. We'll tell Jack it's because you're the oldest, of course, but we'll know the truth.

Unless you keep harping about no kissing until I'm thirty. Then I'll ask Steve. You have been warned.

I'm glad Steve liked his gift. After you told me he doesn't get letters or anything from anyone else, I just knew I had to send him something special. And not bad? His sketch was wonderful. You're just jealous.

You know, once I would've been excited that all of you were going to be out of the house. I wouldn't have to fight you all for the bathroom or for the radio. No more teasing, or at least, less of it. No hovering. Freedom from all of your chaperoning. I can't believe I'm saying it, but I actually miss being told I shouldn't be going to the pictures or out dancing because there will be boys there. Not that I'd listen, of course. I think I might even miss that you and Danny would try to scold me and list off the rules about how close I'm allowed to dance with a boy.

I do miss it. All of it. I'd endure all of you at your most ridiculously overprotective and irritatingly nosy if it meant you could all come home.

Jack's leaving already, Bucky. He's shipping out for training in the morning. And from there he'll be going directly to the front. I miss him already, Bucky. Can the War just be over already?

Can I tell you something, Bucky? You always said I could tell you anything. I'm so scared, Bucky. I was always so concerned that all three of you would go off to War and leave me behind, but I never once doubted that you'd all come back. I was just afraid I'd be bored without all of you around. Now...now I'm afraid I'm about to lose all of you. That you and Jack won't come home, just like Danny.

I couldn't bear that.

You have to come home, Bucky. You and Jack. Please, hurry up and win the War and come home. Mother and I need you here.

I miss you, Bucky.

Love,

Bea

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