This poem is in the minds of those attending the annual Homage to Fallen Polish Airmen held in September at the Polish War Memorial at RAF Northolt, just outside London, as a lone bugler plays the sad song 'White Roses'

The buds of white roses are blooming again,

Come back, Jasiu, come back from your war.

Come back and kiss me, as in days gone by,

And let me give you roses once more.

But for Jasiu, nothing now is needed,

White roses are blooming in front of his eyes,

At the end of the wood their petals will fall,

On the battlefield grave where cold he lies.