Every year, the soldiers would recieve a break from the war and get a day to have a good time. It was a small appreciative reward for them as they risk their lives to fight for their country in the war.

The commanders had a performance scheduled with the intent of boosting moral around the camp. Usually, it was officers of higher standing speaking about the honourability the soldiers carry for fighting in the war and free beers being given out. It was cheap and quick with not much effort into it. But not today.

A circus group were travelling around the states, offering a good time for soldiers. It was definitely a nice surpirse to the soldiers when word got around that the higher-ups had booked the group to perform this year. No one knew why they went big this year; generosity perhaps?

The soldiers are all infront of a lit up, medium-sized stage, some standing and some sitting on benches organised in rows at the front. The men chatter excitedly, a bit of life being brought to the usual dullness of the camp.

Bucky is stood tall amongst a small group of men towards the back of the crowd, clad in his Sergeant uniform. He had stripped off his jacket and undone a few buttons of his shirt, loosening up. He nurses a cool beer, chatting with his fellow soldiers as they wait for the circus performance to begin.