"We were trapped, 30 miles behind enemy lines. There had to be around 400 of us in different cells as we waited for our fate." Anthony Babino explained to little 7 year old Beatrice, her eyes widening as he explained how he was captured back in WW II. "Then one day, a man came out of no where, and helped us escape from our prison cells."

"Was it another soldier, Pops?" Beatrice asked, hugging her Raggedy Anne doll to her chest.

"He was something else, Hon. The man was wearing a leather jacket over some red white and blue get-up and a blue hard helmet with the letter A on it."

"Whoa, he sounds cool."

"If you think that's cool, you should have seen his shield. That man was the most patriotic thing I had seen in my life." Pops chuckled and then looked around the room before getting up off his chair.

"Pops?" She called out once he left the room.

"Hold on Sweet Pea, go see Nana for a minute." He called back. So Beatrice got up off the floor where she was sitting and walked into the small kitchen that their apartment had. Joy Babino was stirring something in the jumbo pot on the stove, her floral dress somewhat hidden by her apron tied around her waist.

Joy looked up from the pot when she heard Beatrice walk in and scooped a bit of what she was cooking before bending down to the little girl's height, "Here Honey, try this." Beatrice opened her mouth and tasted what she had given her, the familiar taste of Joy's beef stew making Beatrice's stomach grumble.

"It's real good Nana." Beatrice said with a smile.

"Good. So what are you and your grandfather doing?"

"Pops is telling me the story of the man with the A helmet." Nana looked confused for a minute before it looked like she knew what I was talking about and nodded.

"Oh, he's telling you war stories?" Beatrice nodded her head and Nana shook hers with a sigh, "I told that man that those stories are going to give you nightmares."

"I won't get nightmares. Nana, I'm a big girl." Beatrice explained. Nana smiled and stood back up. Pops walked in a couple seconds later with something in his hand. He walked over to one of the kitchen chairs and signaled for his grandaugher to come over.

Before she knew it, Pops had scooped Beatrice up and put her on his lap. She giggled a little before Pops showed her what was in his hand. It was an old picture with a bunch of men standing in three rows, none of them looking familiar to me. "This is a picture from after the Battle of Azzano, where I was kept prisoner before the man showed up. You see," He pointed at one of the men near the end of the middle row who was smiling like the rest of them, "That's your Pops right there."

"Wow."

"Yeah and this," Pops pointed to a man near the middle of the group with a helmet and goggles. The helmet had a white looking A on the front, "Is Captain America."

"Captain America?" Beatrice asked, her eyes not leaving the photo.

"Yeah, he's the man that saved over 400 men in Azzano and kept fighting till the end." Pops explained. The 7 year old looked up at his face and he looked down at her and smiled.

"He looks awesome."

"He was. Only met him the one time when we took this picture of all the 107th which was the Infantry I was assigned to back in the day."

Nana then took a hold of the conversation with a sigh, "Anthony, she doesn't even know what half the words you said mean." Pops just rolled his eyes at her though which made Beatrice giggle.

"So what do you think of Captain America, Little Miss. Beatrice Babino?" Pops asked. Beatrice looked at him before she smiled and looked back at the picture.

"I think he's a hero."