[ The ghost of a soldier hovered in front of him and Steve felt a sickening twist of his gut as realisation dawned on him. The soldier before him had to be apart of the 'Lost Battalion' from the first world war. The injury and everything else just added up and it rose a lump in his throat. It nearly felt like a premonition in a way of how much loss he would face during the course of the war.
Who knew how long it would even last. ]
Thank you for your service. [ The words were soft and he only wished he could offer more. ] I'm sorry for - [ He shook his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. ] What year do you think it is?
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Who knew how long it would even last. ]
Thank you for your service. [ The words were soft and he only wished he could offer more. ] I'm sorry for - [ He shook his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. ] What year do you think it is?