“And it did, but it will not happen again!” I’m yelling now, shouting down his objections in a way I can’t ever remember doing before.

“God damn it, Bucky, they can’t have you! I will fight and die for this country, God knows I will, it’s what I signed up for; but I will not knowingly hand over your soul to those sons of bitches! I won’t sacrifice your life, your ability to live your life, ever again!” I say, but can’t hear my last word over the sound of the plane’s engines.