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What has happened to this country? Has this country remained the same or has it made a dramatic turn for the worst? Either way, I don't know what's going on anymore.

Ever since I saw what happened on the news, I was as shocked as every other chump around. I didn't even want to believe it myself. I even told Winter Soldier, myself, that it couldn't be true. But when I went to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to find out what really happened, that's when I had to be forced to accept the truth.

I remember the first time I met the good ol' "Mr. USA." We were comrades back in World War II. I was from the Canadian branch, sent in to help support and Allies fight against the Axis Powers. I fought in within the war-torn Europe, even participating in D-Day. And that's when I met the man, himself. Captain America, in the flesh, leading us into the enemy compound. From there, I began to respect Cap's patriotism. He cared about keeping the peace, and giving democracy to those who deserve it. I even witnessed him liberate concentration camps like it was nothing. Even the Nazis weren't able to take him down. Those Jewish folks were so grateful to Cap, they claimed that they owed their life to the man. Cap was a great hero who did more than help us win World War II, he even saved the lives of countless Jews.

Then, later, during World War II, I heard that Cap disappeared from the face of the earth. I didn't want to believe it. I always believed that Cap was still around somewhere, and that he wasn't the type of guy who would die so easily. And you know what? I was right. The US government found him frozen in the Northern Atlantic. Cap was back and ready for action. In all these years, I realized something about Cap, during his crime-fighting days. He's not a soldier for the government, he's a soldier for the people. He fights for what he believes in, not for what those government chumps wants. I saw him fight for the mutant community when the US government wouldn't do jack for us. The anti-mutant mobs, the anti-mutant terrorists, not even the Friends of Humanity could take Cap down. That guy believed that we, mutants, deserve the democracy that everyone around us has. He believed that mutants are also humans, that we're just born a little different. If anyone could make Chuck's dream come true, it would be this guy.

Now we have the Civil War going on. That idiot President, George Bush, has been declaring that the superhero community must register with the government. Cap was involved because he realized that he was losing the battle to maintain everyone's freedom. I didn't get involved in the war, since the X-men didn't want any part of it, but I wished to God that I did. I would've fought by Cap's side, like in the old days. Unfortunately, I had bigger things to worry about, like hunting down Nitro. My hunt was finished, and Nitro was allowed to stay at Sub-Mariner's kingdom. By the time I got back, I found out that the Civil War was over, and that Cap willingly surrendered. I couldn't believe that he would do something like this, but after I heard why he surrendered, I decided I had to respect his decisions. Besides, he made the right choice. The war wasn't worth the lives of the people he was protecting.

I never watched the news coverage on Cap's trial, but when I read the papers, I couldn't believe my eyes. Cap was shot to death on the steps of Federal Hall. It was safe to say, I was not happy with it.

I decided to go pay a visit with the man responsible for Cap's death, with the help of Matt Murdock, better known as Daredevil. We headed to the S.H.I.E.L.D. detention center, where we confronted the man who shot Cap, Crossbones. Crossbones claimed that he never knew he was hired by that snake-in-the-grass, Red Skull. Because of what Crossbones did to my old war buddy, I beat him to a bloody, vowing to avenge Cap's death. But Daredevil stopped me from killing him. That bub got lucky…for now. Within the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, we found Cap's body, and we met Tony Stark on the way. He didn't attempt to arrest me, but during this mission, I had no choice but to accept the fact. Captain America is dead.

In the end, I was angry at the government and Tony Stark. I felt that the government betrayed not only Cap, but also the superhero community. They stripped most of us of our freedom, just because the government doesn't trust us. Cap only just wanted to keep our freedom, but George Bush didn't care about it. All he cared about was that his laws came into effect. Not once, did he decide to veto the Superhuman Registration Act. There's nothing I can do about it now. The only thing I can only do is to keep fighting, in the name of Captain America, the greatest soldier to ever walk on God's green earth.

I'm going to miss you, Cap. I only wished that one day, you'd have grandkids of your own, and we'd telling our old war stories, like a couple of old geezers. Even though I'm not the type of person who would take orders from you, you were still a good man. You are an even better man than I would ever hope to be.

Farewell, old buddy. Until we meet again.