Rest in peace, dear Russian pilot

My heart goes out to you and your family. There is no rational explanation for why you died. The circumstances of the downing of your plane are murky and the way you were killed is beyond the comprehension of an average human being. It will be very difficult for us to explain your death to your grandchildren, if not your children. 

On this land and on neighboring lands we are going through an extraordinary period. It is as if a dark cloud is above us covering this region as well as certain brains.

It is undefinable. Some kind of ill-fate has stricken us.  

Dear Lieutenant Colonel Oleg Peshkov and dear Peshkov family, you are not our enemy. You are not my enemy. You will never be our enemy.  I pray for you and I pray for your wife, children and friends. 

Dear Colonel Peshkov, as soon as this dark cloud leaves this region, there will be parks and streets named after you, I am so sure of that. Count on my word. It will not take long. I will be writing about it here, dear colonel; we will lay flowers on the memorial park named "Yarbay Oleg Pe?kov." 

I know that your family and friends, and also people in your hometown Lipetsk and your entire country, hate Turks for now, but do not hate us. It is not us; it is not the ordinary Turks who caused your death. Who actually killed you is a huge question mark; let's not go into that in this non-political piece. This piece is about the genuine feelings of ordinary, civilized Turkish people. 

You died for nothing. You did not die for your country; you did not die for our country. You died at a place that is neither your country nor my country. You died by eight bullets fired from the ground. It is highly probably that those eight bullets that killed you were Russian-made and...