The change on his face makes me follow him over, and I glance between him and the photo. I noticed it before, that the man in the picture sort of looks like he could be my big brother. Our eyes and our noses are kind of the same shape. But the man in the fancy uniform is huge. I remember my dad being so tall, and having real big hands and sometimes he would come up behind my mom and rest his chin on the top of her head like it was no big stretch for him to do it, because it wasn't. Sometimes I have trouble remembering what his face looked like, and I probably don't remember right how big he was because of how small I was, but I know he was never that big.
The fella next to the person Bucky says is me is wearing a mask and a spiffy uniform of his own, but now that I've seen him, I can tell they're the same.
"You're wearing a mask," I say, leaning up a little onto my toes a little to get a better look at it.
"So..." I look at Bucky with respect, because it's clearly due.
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Date: 2011-08-02 06:14 pm (UTC)The fella next to the person Bucky says is me is wearing a mask and a spiffy uniform of his own, but now that I've seen him, I can tell they're the same.
"You're wearing a mask," I say, leaning up a little onto my toes a little to get a better look at it.
"So..." I look at Bucky with respect, because it's clearly due.
"So you're a soldier?"