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“Let me guess,” Bucky starts, heaving up two bags of sand and maneuvering them on the edge of the foxhole in order to position the rifles. “That’s not the 179th that should cover our flank.”
Steve discards the binoculars and grabs the rifle Bucky’s handing him. “Are the 179th wearing fashionable gray overcoats?”
“Nah,” Bucky looks through the scope. “179th’re from Oklahoma.”
“Then those are Nazis coming after us, Buck.”
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This fic was inspired by this Tumblr post by turtle-steverogers, who probably has no idea who I am. This inserts itself in the long list of me taking inspiration from creative people who write creative stuff on Tumblr. So thank you for coming up with this image!
Thanks to my beta, Lillaby, who went through this faster than The Flash to allow me to post it on the anniversary of the Americans holding the fort on the Via Anziate in 1944.
Enjoy!
“You know,” Morita says after a minute. “You two are fucking terrifying.”
Bucky leans against the frame of the back of the truck and grins an innocent grin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about”
“Hey! Respect for your NCO.”
“Fuck you, Sergeant Barnes.”
Steve laughs softly. Bucky feels warm.
The authenticity of @Ginny_Potter's work is outstanding! This is a well-researched WWII work, and is equally entertainingly written! ♥♥♥ @smlmsworld
