In many instances, I'm still a ten-year-old kid. The things I believe in, well, many of them haven't changed all that much. I'm wiser, indeed, but my core is pretty much the same.
Back then, I was a massive fan of Captain America. I loved the fact that he was unabashedly for our country. He was proud to wear our colors. His hallmark - a shield - was designed for defense, but could be lethal in offensive mode as well. He held a soldier's level of bravery, ferocity, and love of country. And I loved every damn thing about him.
When Marvel started to bring my childhood super heroes to the big screen, I feared that they'd be watered down, or morphed to fit some cause du jour.
I could not have been more wrong.
Here is perhaps the finest example from a scene in the first Avengers movie. After Thor comes and takes Loki away, Cap feels the need to do something about it:
That's why I so damned excited for the next Marvel installment. It's a heavy dose of Captain America - my Captain America:
51 years old, and still in love with a comic book hero...
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