I took my 93 year old granny to France for the first time to visit the grave of her brother who was killed in action as a member of the Royal Scots in the Battle of Arras in 1917. In the same military cemetery were all his friends, some of whom she knew in life and she spent hours talking to them and recounting events that they all shared in their young lives.
I also took an elderly friend to the Durnbach military cemetery in Bavaria to visit the graves of all his crew who were killed when their Lancaster bomber was shot down in 1944, my friend managed to bail out before the crash and and was the sole survivor. We were joined in Durnbach by an elderly Austrian man who as a young Luftwaffe nightfighter pilot was the man who shot them down. My friend took the Austrian gentleman to his crews graves and both wept quietly together.
Me?, On both occasions I sat out of the way, wept, and thanked God that I have never had to experience such tragedy and pain.