Always (a Deryck Whibley Fanfic) RMS Titanic / WWI AU

PART III (Post-War) XI: We're All to Blame

Monday 11th November 1918
Armistice Day
Ajax, Toronto, Canada
5.45 AM

After four years of fighting and a gruesome bloodshed, The Great War has finally come to an end! No more worrying about if or when our boys are coming back from fighting abroad in France or elsewhere in Europe. I am sure that Deryck, Dave, Jay, Tom and Frank are glad that the war is finally over because they are no longer needing to take orders from their superior officers and are not needing to worry if they are going to see the next day or not. Now that the war is finally over, everyone can finally live a somewhat normal life now that Germany has decided to stop fighting with Britain and France and the other countries that were involved in fighting in The Great War. In regards of "Sum 41", I think that now the war's over and they've got Frank as a new drummer and Tom as an extra guitarist - I think they'd be able to continue the band, this time as a quintet rather than a quartet or a trio. I can't wait until we go into the 1920s, a new era of possibilities which will be exciting to look forward to, I guess. Now that there's no war going on, we can enter peacetime quite content and we can also make frequent visits to Fairview Cemetery down in Halifax, to see Steve's grave amongst the other thousands of graves of the deceased Titanic passengers - some of which haven't been identified, for example a little three year-old Third-Class boy who was picked up by the Mackay-Bennet (the ship that was sent to the wreck site some days after the sinking to recover the deceased passengers) all that is left of the poor little soul is his tiny shoes and nothing else, no identification on him whatsoever. We are able to pay our respects to our dear friend that we lost six years ago, still seems like yesterday we were saying our goodbyes to him onboard the Carpathia; six years sure does fly by unnoticed. With regards to Deryck's injuries that we've been needing to deal with for the past year, the shell shock is getting better thankfully - the deafness is still there since it's obviously permanent. Now that we're entering peacetime, things can go back to normal before the dreadful war broke out, just because the Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated doesn't mean that the entire world has to erupt into a frenzy and start blaming other countries for their involvement. Today, I hope to be taking a trip down to Halifax and visit Fairview Cemetery where Steve's situated as I have previously mentioned. To get down to Halifax we've decided to get the train down, but because Halifax is quite a long distance away we will arrive tomorrow. I have worked out the price range for Deryck and I which is C$342.66 to take us down to Halifax to see Steve's grave.
It is now Tuesday, and we've arrived at Fairview Cemetery here in Halifax, we are now in search of Steve's grave amongst the other 327 graves here. We have finally located his grave, it reads:

Stephen Martin Jocz

JULY 23 1892
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APRIL 15 1912

AGED 19 YEARS.

Landing on a runway in Chicago and I'm grounding all my dreams
Of ever really seeing California, because I know what's in between
There's something sensual in such non-conventional ways
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say

Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say
Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away

Tonight is all about "We miss you" (Miss you)
"We miss you" (Miss you)
Tonight is all about "We miss you"

And I can't forget your style or your cynicism
Somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said
My smile's an open wound without you
And my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back

Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say
Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away

Tonight is all about "We miss you" (Miss you)
"We miss you" (Miss you)
Tonight is all about "We miss you, now"