One of the best tributes was in a village in North Devon (Torridge or Torrington). Each young man living in the village was given the name of a casualty of WW1 and they wore a replica of the uniform. They had to walk through a meadow and when the name of the young man killed was called out, the youth with that name fell to the ground. In the end, there were just a few that made it to the other side if the field. I was in tears! It really brought the sacrifice that was made, especially in small villages.