Fort Lehigh, Virginia

March - 1947

"What happened here?" asked Brigadier General Philips, surveying the damage to his facility.

"Captain Rogers woke up, Sir." Answered Dr. Stanhope, "Ahead of schedule, of course. I know you wanted to be here when he did, but it couldn't be helped."

"Rogers did this? Christ, I expected better from him. Where is he now?"

"In the secure wing, heavily sedated.… It's worse than we thought. He doesn't remember the last two years."

"Well, he was in a block of ice."

"I mean prior to that."

Philips stared at Sawyer with a blank expression for a moment.

"Would you care to elaborate on that?"

"Operation Rebirth, Operation Neptune, Operation Cauterize; he doesn't remember any of it. The last thing he remember is trying to enlist in New Jersey."

"So what you're telling me, is that as far as Captain Rogers knows, he went to bed one night and woke up in 1947, half a foot taller and two hundred pounds heavier, as a commissioned officer of the United States Army. Is that what you're telling me, Tom?"

"Yes, Sir."

Philips mumbled something that might've sounded like 'poor stupid son of a bitch', before he asked,

"What have you told him?"

"Nothing. He wasn't in a talking mood."

"Did he find out what year it is?"

"No. The MP Company had their hands full just restraining him. They addressed him as Captain Rogers, but that's the extent of it."

General Philips looked down for a moment.

"He doesn't know the war is over. He doesn't know we won. He doesn't even know he's a soldier. In his mind, he's at that part of his life when he's some nobody New Yorker. He's going to reach out to someone…And he's not going to be there."

"Sir?"

"Captain Rogers' NCO was a man called Jim Barnes. They were best friends, knew each other since they were eight; practically brothers.

"Sergeant Barnes was MIA days before Captain Rogers disappeared. He's going to want to know, and I'm going to have to tell him."