Thanks for this thread, mg.

For my dear, gentle father who went to war against every emotion in his heart, because he knew that there are times when there is no alternative but to fight evil in this way.   He never really recovered from it...never spoke about the war, save for a few sentences...and valued his Peace Rose which he planted just outside the lounge window, very highly, giving it much love and attention...and probably remembering many of his friends and comrades as he did so.

For Dad, and all those who suffered on our behalf to build a better world. We owe them so very much.