To Flocker et all, unfortunately he was shot down over Germany,no remains,but thankyou.There is not enough flowers in the world for all the people that needlessly die do to wars and shortsightedness.No matter what religion or ethnicity.
My home town is the home of Colonel John McCrae he wrote this poem in the trenches in WW1 read this and hopefully pass it on to the rest of the world.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae