A series of one shot chapters about Bucky Barnes mostly told in the first person by different people. Stories will reflect different times in the life of James Buchanan Barnes. This is PG rated and any sexual content will be kept to a minimum.
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As in the previous one-shot Dum Dum Dugan and Gabe Jones are part of the 107th Infantry Unit. Although this series of one shots are primarily about Bucky Barnes, I have a fondness for Dum Dum Dugan and decided to include a little personal scene involving him, his wife and his boys. The scenes in the factory of Barnes, Dugan, and Jones after being captured are based on a digital comic book titled Captain America: First Vengeance.
Sarge came into the barracks hut at Camp McCoy on the morning of June 4, 1943, brandishing a set of papers, one for each of us. Gabe and I looked at each other and figured this was it, our marching orders had come in. Over a year's worth of training had made us a well oiled unit of fighting soldiers and now we were declared ready to join the fight in Europe.
"A Company," yelled Sarge. "Gather around." He waited while everyone in the hut got close. "The Lieutenant is at Division and has charged me with giving you the good news. We have our orders. Tomorrow morning, at 08:00 you are officially on leave. You may go home, see your wives, or your girlfriends, or your wives and your girlfriends, your folks and anyone else special to you. If you're planning on having kids make them now boys, because it will be a while until you're back. Maybe get married first before you do. Make sure you have filled out your beneficiaries on your life insurance form. You can give them to me right up to our embarkation date. On Saturday, June 19 most of you are expected to report by no later than 15:00 at Fort Hamilton, Brooklyn. There you will receive your kit and await the call for transport to a port in the United Kingdom. Everything you need to know is in your travel orders which I have right here for you."
He began calling out names and handed out the letters one by one. I received mine and looked at the top line. Travel orders for Dugan, Timothy C. A., Corporal, Serial number etc. I looked at the date where I had to report back and noticed it was different from what the others were told.
"Hey, Sarge, why do I have to report back on the 15th?" I asked.
Those big baby blues fixed their gaze on me. "Because some of us have to be back early, like me. I have to be back on the 12th, all corporals on the 15th. I didn't write the orders ... I just obey them."
"My wife isn't going to be so happy with only ten days," I replied.
"Times are tough, Dugan," he retorted as he kept handing out papers. "I have about a dozen girls that I'm supposed to see in seven days. Might have to double them up. Stewart!"
The Sarge had a reputation as a ladies' man, which I had actually seen proof of in Sparta. He went through the girls of that town like a man on a mission although he made good friends with a couple of them, like Miss Warren. She was a real sweetheart, didn't seem to mind that he dated other broads. He always treated her right and with respect. She wasn't like some of the cookies he went out with. Come to think of it he had weekend liberty that week before our orders came in, and when Gabe and I went to the store to say hi to Miss Warren they said she had the weekend off. We wondered if he took her away, but we always thought she was too smart to fall for Sarge's lines. Still ....
