Winter's Legacy

Dear Brother,

Dear Steve,
         I'm not really sure how to start this. Though I suppose that's the beginning of every great story. Bucky told me to write my thoughts down if they were getting too loud, but it feels too impersonal writing to a piece of paper, so I'm writing to you. You went out again trying to enlist in the war, and we fought again. I don't like fighting with you, and yes, I stormed out, but I didn't mean to. I hate the thought of you being across seas fighting in the Good War with no way for me to know if you're safe. I don't blame you for wanting to fight. I want to fight too. But I can't. And frankly, neither can you. You might be my big brother, but I've been taking care of you ever since mother passed. I stitched up every split lip and soothed every black eye. Someday it might be a bullet wound I won't be able to do anything. Buck agrees with me too, but I don't think he knows that I would go with you if I could. The world is changing so rapidly, and it's hard to keep up. I wish things could go back to how they used to be. Just you, me, and Buck at the park, trying to keep up with our school work. Buck raving about the latest automobile model, and you would draw it in that sketchbook Bucky, and I got you for Christmas. But we're grown now. Mother would want me to find a husband and you a wife. For you to get a job to support a family. After all, 18 is a big deal. We should start trying to make something of ourselves. Instead, you're in every back alley you can find, throwing fists with anyone who dares think differently, and I'm working extra time in the factory making shells for our boys. I know how desperately you want to get away from it all. To do something more. And if I'm honest with myself, so do I. To be able to help the boys fighting for our country. To make sure someone's brother, father, husband, friend, or son, made it home safe. If I could do that, I'd be content. Really, the only thing stopping me is you. And the highly sexist patriarchy, but I won't go into that. We could change the world. Think about it. The army would be lucky to have someone like you if you went. You and your golden heart. But I'd worry too much. If only I could go with Buck overseas... Actually. Now that I think about it, I could. The theatre is always telling us that the war effort could use more medics and such. I could apply as a nurse. It wouldn't be everything I want, but it would be something. That's it. I'll ask Buck to help me apply to be a war nurse. I love you, big brother, but it's time I fought for the underdog for once.
                                     Signing off with love,
                                                 Liv
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Big thank you to Beacards for starting this crazy ride with chapter one! She has been a big part of me wanting to keep writing this story and see it to the end!!! I hope you all enjoy the crazy journey we have planned for you! Thank you for reading! Comments and votes are greatly appreciated! ~~~ Much love! Until the next one!