He tried, but walking all day and night meant they were both wet and needed a good drying. They were damn stiff and could walk on their own after that.

[With limited space in a gear bag, sometimes it was the little things that had to be forgotten. Food or another pair of socks? Well, he'd need energy and his socks would have to last after all. Sometimes there was no getting back for more, so they just had to look forward and continue the mission.

Rumlow knew the state of veterans. Sometimes he even helped make them whole. Sometimes there was no making that whole again. Recruitment was up and down as far as veterans were concerned; some had to have the right personality and bitterness to make it work.

He snorted as he dealt them another hand of the cards.]

No, not once. I don't believe in either city, so why would I fight for them? I haven't even joined the Guard. Again, why would I? They aren't my country, so they haven't earned my loyalty to the regard I would give it for my country.

[He could tell that the idea of combat or joining up was sour for Barnes. Guy probably needed some down time.]

Someone pressuring you to join?