[…] Back at Camp Lehigh. I was just a kid in short pants when dad first showed me the place, but I didn’t get to stay a kid for long. Dad died in a training exercise back in ’37… just before Christmas. I spent the next three years trying to be him. They tell me I was better.
I was good enough to catch the attention of the brass, tough enough that they gave me a mask and made me Steve Rogers’ partner. For four years, I played Bucky to his Captain America. Four years of fighting nazis and defying death. I loved it a lot more than I should have.