I'm in Belgium this weekend. The reasons for this aren't really relevant.
Tonight I went to the Menin Gate for the first time, to witness the Last Post - a ceremony that's been done at 8pm local time since the memorial was built, excepting during WW2.
I cried. There are 54000 names on the Gate, none of them have a known grave, and every night their lives and loss are commemorated. This is astonishingly powerful.
I also drank beer, but that's not important right now.