To my wonderful lovely readers! I have some news. No, the story isn't dead, just a difficult child at times. Also, its the holidays if the many commercials and blatant advertisement since September wasn't a clue. This means my family and therefore myself are busy busy little bees so updates may be a little longer in coming than my promised three weeks. I do plan to have the next chapter out by at least Christmas though (and if I can swing it, a little Christmas treat as well in apology if I don't make my pre-designated deadline. Anyway, I wrote this like two-four months ago? While watching the deleted Bucky scene which they should have kept in! I was going to use this originally as the starting bit of the next chapter of HLM however, I have since gained a few new ideas that better start the ball rolling. Or they would if I didn't draw blanks in how to write down what I'm seeing film wise in my head! Ugh, I hate writers block, even a minor case.
So since I wrote this piece months ago and never finished to the end of the scene, just watch the scene itself on Youtube if you need a visual reference. So yes, the ending is abrupt. I'm too lazy to finish something that's not even making it into the final cut. Sue me. This little area is where I put the ideas that began but never make the end as I've said in the past. Any flames about the ending being abrupt, 1) I've just given you the reason for that and 2) those flames will be used to thaw my frozen brain. Winter is too cold for my poor body, the Soldiers that come from Winter though? MM MMM Spicy HOT!
I might use some of these sentences, I might not. Haven't decided yet.
As always, Your humble Author.
Ja'ne!
Azzano is Hell on Earth, in Bucky's (quite possibly biased...Oh, who is he fooling; this is entirely biased) opinion. Of course, Bucky thought this of every battle he had been in this past six months. Everything seemed so much longer than a month but that was War Time, where battles lasted eternities and down-time passed in a frantic blink. Oh, how Bucky loathed War. Didn't matter that he is at his most physically fit and healthier (not counting various scrapes and bruises from too close calls) than he has ever been. Just one wrong misstep could result in a hidden mine blowing you to meet your Maker. At least then you could sleep for more than five minutes without another air raid siren going off.
His mother would just love the battle humor he is picking up.
Well, plenty of mines are detonating around him now, either set off by the rushing steps of his fellow soldiers- how many did he know? Was that body flying over his shoulder a comrade he had slept next to in a trench, or that leg, did it belong to the man he had been eating breakfast with just that morning? -or the artillery fire from their Nazi opponents. Either way, Bucky could barely hear himself think over the constant explosions let alone have the time to mourn over men he may or may not have known. All there is ever time for during a battle is surviving the next confrontation and making sure the men under him survived as well.
Easier said than done.
Bucky turned around and came face to face with the rest of his team. He allowed himself a moment to breath in relief. Timothy Dugan and Gabriel Jones were okay; covered in dirty and other questionable substances, but there was no bloody wounds, no missing body parts which Bucky counted as a plus. The two older men may have come from different companies and Dugan shared the same rank as Bucky himself, but for some reason known only to Colonel Phillips, they had been placed under Bucky's command which meant that Bucky was going to do everything in his power to make sure they survived this damnable War.
"There's at least five more squadrons out there."
"Where is that back up from Squadron B? Have you been able to call this in?!"
Bucky held in the curses begging to fly out at the sight of the destroyed communications equipment Jones held up.
"Be a mite difficult, Sarge."