Names on Graves

Summary: Two captains meet again.

America was silent, watching the sun set over Arlington Cemetery. So many wounded warriors who come home dead, and worse, unclaimed. They give their lives for him and his people and no one acknowledged them as people; only as the people who died in action.

"I can probably name half the men here," a gentle voice said.

America glanced behind him, and then looked back with a frown. "Yeah, I probably could too… and then I probably couldn't," he agreed.

Steve chuckled grimly. "Hello captain," he said.

America sighed. "Hello captain," he replied quietly.

It was dark now but the pale grey graves had a stark difference.

"There should be more poppies 'round here," America said, observing.

Steve nodded. "Yeah," he replied.

They wouldn't talk about the men in the graves. They wouldn't bring of the time that had passed. It was in the past and yet it was right in front of them.

They were men out of time. Something that lasted forever.

They were the names on the graves; things that could fade but not forgotten.

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Something I just wanted to do with them; remind everyone that they were comrades in war before they were friends.