Honor
They buried him in the woods back behind Oskar Schnitzer's farm at first. Stripped him of anything identifying - dog tags, wallet, wedding ring - and wrapped his body in a simple gray blanket. They brought him to the underground agent's home in the back of a borrowed car from the motorpool, and barely had time for a short prayer before they had to hurry back, leaving Oskar Schnitzer on his own to shovel the dirt back and hide the disturbed earth under a rotted log.
Colonel Hogan stood in his place in role call, squinting in the rising sun, paying half an ear to Klink's speech in case something important slipped. The rough feel of the blanket still tingled on his hands.
After the war, he decided. After the war the man would get the funeral he deserved.