There is no greater honor or duty, to Steve Rogers, than to serve others. To stand up for those who cannot protect themselves. To fight for the greater good and to try to fix injustices. To make sure everyone is safe and everything is fair.
And there is no greater sacrifice than to lay down one's life in carrying out that duty.
He is glad to see the day, and the life they have gathered to mark, given the utmost respect and and honor. Not that he had any doubts or expected anything less. Every man and woman he's met since he joined, from the ladies in charge to the newest trainees, have proven to be stand-up kinds of guys and gals. He knew they'd do right by Dean Winchester.
He just wishes this wasn't happening.
He knows, all too well, what little comfort the ideas of honor, duty, service, and sacrifice can mean to those left behind in the wake of a loss like this. He's felt the pain himself, wished it was him in the casket or lost down the side of a mountain in the place of another man, a better man.
He didn't know Dean Winchester. But he knows what the man's sacrifice meant, and he can see the grief in his wake.
So for that, he kneels respectfully beside the grave, once the crowd has thinned, to say a few private words of thanks, to honor this fallen soldier. Then he gets to his feet and he sets off into the sunshine, following the rest of his fellow servicemen and women, to see if there's anything he can for them.
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And there is no greater sacrifice than to lay down one's life in carrying out that duty.
He is glad to see the day, and the life they have gathered to mark, given the utmost respect and and honor. Not that he had any doubts or expected anything less. Every man and woman he's met since he joined, from the ladies in charge to the newest trainees, have proven to be stand-up kinds of guys and gals. He knew they'd do right by Dean Winchester.
He just wishes this wasn't happening.
He knows, all too well, what little comfort the ideas of honor, duty, service, and sacrifice can mean to those left behind in the wake of a loss like this. He's felt the pain himself, wished it was him in the casket or lost down the side of a mountain in the place of another man, a better man.
He didn't know Dean Winchester. But he knows what the man's sacrifice meant, and he can see the grief in his wake.
So for that, he kneels respectfully beside the grave, once the crowd has thinned, to say a few private words of thanks, to honor this fallen soldier. Then he gets to his feet and he sets off into the sunshine, following the rest of his fellow servicemen and women, to see if there's anything he can for them.