Summary: It’s Memorial Day 1945 - Gerard’s first since his brother, Mikey, was killed in action during the Invasion of Normandy. Can you help him through this painful day?
A/N: Written for Memorial Day 2017.
You looked at Gerard in your vanity mirror as you put the finishing touches on your “victory” rolls. He was staring up at your ceiling with an empty expression as he absentmindedly fiddled with the dog tags he still wore around his neck. He’d been home from the war front for a few months now, ever since he’d been injured in the line of duty.
“Honey, get dressed,” you encouraged him gently. “It’s Memorial Day. We’ve got to go see Mikey.”
“There’s nothing to see,” Gerard replied miserably. “There’s a headstone at the cemetery, but his body’s still in Normandy, where the Nazis shot him down.”
“I hear they’re building a memorial site on the beach there, for the fallen,” you reminded.
“Yeah, I hear they got German prisoners of war digging the graves,” Gerard nodded. “If one of those damn Krauts touches my little brother’s body, I’ll get on a ship and kill ‘em all.”
“Gerard, stop,” you frowned. “You’re not going back to France. We have victory in Europe.”
“Yeah, but over in the Pacific, the war is still going on,” Gerard pointed out. “And who knows if we’re going to win? Mikey might’ve died for nothing.”
“It’s not for nothing,” you shook your head emphatically. “We won’t let his sacrifice be forgotten. That’s what today’s all about.”
Um dia desses, eu vou acordar deste sonho ruim que eu estou sonhando. Um destes dias eu rezo para que eu supere você. Um dia desses, eu vou perceber que eu estou tão cansada de sentir-se confusa. Mas por enquanto há uma razão para que você ainda esteja aqui no meu coração.