Chapter 1282 (1/2)

At the same time, another thing happened in Washington, D.C., not far from New York.

There are more than 100 national cemeteries in the United States, and Arlington National Cemetery, which is located on the Potomac River in Washington DC, is the most famous one, which is famous for its green lawn and white cross.

Sleeping there is regarded as a patriot's glory.

At this time, two strong men walked across the Arden bridge, wearing long sleeved hooded T-shirts and the breeze of the Potomac River into Arlington Cemetery, strolling on the stone steps of the Arlington slope.

They walked slowly, pausing a little bit before each tombstone as they read the story of every American dream word by word.

Although it is a cemetery, it is as beautiful and peaceful as a park. Centered on Arlington hills, the cemetery is distributed on slopes and flat land, covering a total area of 2.48 square kilometers, full of green grass and surrounded by trees.

By the 1990s, a total of 225000 people have been sleeping here. All the tombstones are fan-shaped, like the stars and stripes flying on the hill of the cemetery.

Except for the cemeteries of George Washington, Parker kirstis and his wife, General George Marshall, President John Kennedy and Robert Kennedy, General Pershing, general Halsey, and so on, other cemeteries are not classified into different grades, and soldiers and officers at all levels have only one cross, which is very equal.

”We're looking for the wrong way. Howard won't let himself appear mediocre. A simple cross won't satisfy him.”

One of them whispered to his companion that his black beard and stubble, coupled with the vicissitudes of life in his eyes, and his shawl and long hair that he had not washed for a long time, he looked like a tramp.

But every step he took was solid and powerful, his temples bulging high, as if he could fight the enemy at any time.

The people with him are also very strong, with blue T-shirts and hoods covering the side of his face, and his coat is brown pilot leather jacket. He has a clean and handsome face and speaks with integrity:

”I know... Just, I want to see my comrades who have fought with us before and hope they can enjoy peace here.”

”Of course, but we know at least one tenth of you who are sleeping here. Will you come and see you next time when you have more time?” The long haired young man sighed. He turned his head away from passers-by and whispered.

The young blonde nodded a little, and he raised his hand to cover his face. ”I know, Bucky, we came to America after the red skull, and we don't know where he's hiding. Time is tight, but at least let me meet Howard at his cemetery after missing Howard's funeral?”

Bucky sighed. He always had no choice but to take Steve. He looked around and said ”excuse me” to the tombstone all the way. He ran to the tree beside the road, pulled out two dandelions with small yellow flowers, and handed one to Steve.

”We can't go empty handed. Here you are.”

Steve took over the flowers without saying much. During World War II, many of his comrades died without a dandelion. He did come in a hurry and crossed half the earth overnight, but he always brought flowers to the grave.

Although the little flower withered a little, broken a little, as if it had been bitten by insects, but there is always better than No.

Steve and Bucky took flowers and picked a new grave with a larger tombstone. They soon found Howard's graveyard, which was bigger than General Marshall's next door.

Bucky turned his eyes in secret, and he knew it was like this. He said that everyone was equal after death, but the people who built the monument were not equal. With Howard's financial resources and the power of stark industry, if he could sleep under a simple white cross, he would be a ghost.

”Howard stark, 1924-1991, patriot, scientist, father.”

Maria's name is also engraved on the tombstone, but there is no date of death or any epitaph.

Steve and Maria are not familiar, he went to the tombstone to put down the floret, and then stood quietly looking at the grave that had not yet grown grass.

He recalled the days when he and Howard got along with him. He made a shield for himself, and he played mahjong all night with him. The man with a coquettish moustache seemed to be happy all the time and helped himself a lot.

Now, Steve feels lonely again.

The godfather is dead, Howard is dead, and Holloway is dead. In addition, three quarters of the roaring commandos are dead. Only themselves and Frey and a few are still alive.

As the breeze blew across the green grass in the distance, Steve lifted his hand, wiped off his hood, and fixed his eyes on the tombstone.

After offering flowers, Bucky didn't make any more witty remarks with Steve, but stood by him in silence.

”Bucky, am I a good man?”

After a long time, Steve suddenly asked him a question, his voice full of confusion.

Bucky nodded without hesitation: ”of course, you are the captain of the United States, and you are probably the best person in America. Why do you say that?””No, I'm not saying if I'm qualified as a soldier, but I'm asking if I'm... A qualified relative or friend?” Steve sighed. He looked up at the sky. The bright sun didn't make him feel warm.

”Do you think of Mr. Wilson again? I still can't forget to tear off his arm, right? ” Bucky sniffed, and Howard was an old friend.