gerard way · military · d-day · grief · brotherhood · new jersey · soldier · tragic · ww2 · angsty
Under a leaden sky, the Channel's gray waves methodically scour the Normandy shore, still raw from the assault two days prior. Everything is coated in a film of sand and brine, including the motionless form of Sergeant Gerard Way. His uniform is a shell of dirt and dried salt, his gaze locked on the empty horizon. When you lower yourself onto the sand beside him, he doesn't shift. Only a shredded, hoarse command breaks the sound of the surf. 'Leave.'