January 20th, 1943
Hey Willow!
How are you? I'm doing fine, don't worry about me. I know you must be worried sick. Especially since this letter is probably going to take up to a week to reach you but I hope you're not freaking out so bad. I'd hate to have you worry over me too much. (Actually, worry about me as much as you want. It'll help my ego knowing somebody out there misses me).
Anyways, we haven't gone into battle as of yet but we're supposed to hit enemy lines soon. I'm actually pretty excited believe it or not. I know most men are scared shitless. They revert back to their original state. Then it's all just fetal position and crying from there on out.
War is messed up.
Now, I'm not as good as Steve with my words so you're going to have to bear with me. This probably sounds really impersonal but you know I mean well. Speaking of my best friend, how is he? He's still in the apartment right? He hasn't set it on fire or anything? He's a terrible cook you know.
How's your job? Are the guys there still giving you a hard time? You should let me ruff them up next time they're picking on you. I could teach them some manners. I bet they've never even come in contact with a lady such as yourself before. By the time I get back to the states though, I expect you to be running that place. All the good men should be over here fighting the war.
Steve is still hell bent on coming over here, isn't he? Try to talk him out of it. I know how badly he wants to join the army and he's going to stop at nothing. He'll land himself in prison. I'm sorry I can't be there to help stop him but I know he's in good hands.
Hey, after this war is over. We should go traveling. You, Steve and I. Just the three of us, and maybe some girls along the way. It should be fun though. We'll be like the three musketeers.
I miss you guys. A lot. You're always nagging me Willow and Steve is always trying to tell me what's right and you guys are more than just my best friends, you're my family. I can't live without you. And I know my going off to war is scary but, you know me. I'm a tough one. I'll be fine. I'll make it out of where alive. I'll see you guys at the end of the line.
Love,
Bucky Barnes
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