[That makes him sober up a bit, because he's definitely seen a fair share of people who died without anyone knowing who they were or who they should contact to let them know what'd happened.

(And really, even if he's got people to mourn him, no one's finding his body.)

So he lets out a breath, and considers how best to explain the possible scenarios that he really doesn't want to consider anyway. Steve dying had been a very real fear a long time before the Germans had marched into Poland.]

It'd depend on how it happened. [Because, you know, war going on.] We're kinda not anywhere close to home right now, so someone'd take the body back behind friendly lines and find a way to get him home. If there was nothing left to bring home, they'd probably bury an empty casket once they figured out how to break the news to people.

There'd probably be some kinda hoopla now that he's a national hero. I don't know if I could sit through something like that.

[It occurs to him suddenly that he's not sure what they'd do with the body - if they'd try to save it for tests or burn it so no one could get their hands on the serum - and the thought makes him feel more than a little sick.]