we have RSL (returned and services league) clubs all over the place in Australia and they are fairly well patronised, every day at the setting of the sun the place goes silent and everyone stands, a trumpet plays taps over the loud speaker and this is read out:
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
chokes me up everytime.