I spent 15 months in Kandahar, Afghanistan, (04-05) and I distinctly remember seeing John Chapman's name applied in memoriam to the face of a nondescript adobe building near the airfield. I didn't know him personally, but I knew what the act of hand scrolling a name upon a building mean't.
Another 25 months in Iraq, and I encountered several more of these impromptu acknowledgements of honor by brothers in arms, to a precious life sacrificed on the battlefield.