For the dead there is no story

Twelve days ago, Captain America had landed in England, on a ten stop tour to cheer our boys in service, one of the first USO shows to ever brave the front. Seven days ago, Captain America had gone AWOL in Italy after learning that the 107th had been decimated, and many of its forces captured by the Nazis. Three days ago, he arrived back in the Allied camp, having crossed thirty miles of heavily fortified enemy territory with nearly two hundred POWs in tow, chief among them one Sgt James Barnes."Well that - that does rather sound like Steve," Mother says.-Or: the Barnes family, during the events of The First Avenger.

Please note that Esther's intentionally sort of a shitty person, in terms of her attitude towards her family, herself and other people. For this story, period typical attitudes includes a pregnant woman smoking a cigarette.I owe a ton to some awesome people who helped get me through the torturous process that was writing this goddamn story: my sister essenceofmeanin, defcontwo and reserve, who all held my hand, listened to me complain, and removed my awkward commas when this thing was ready to go. Thanks, bros.