The german cemetery at Langemark, northeast of Ieper, Belgium. The city of Ieper is a beautiful place despite having been the epicenter of the Western Front during World War I, writes Lawrence resident Susan Kraus.

Gravestones sit in the Essex Farm Cemetery outside Ieper, Belgium. The site was where John McCrae wrote the poem In

Henry patch, a 110-year-old British veteran from World War I, pauses in reflection at the German cemetery at Langemark, Belgium.

Editor’s note: With Veterans Day on Tuesday, Lawrence travel writer Susan Kraus offers this story about her trip to Ieper, Belgium, a city that will be forever tied to World War I.

This year marks the 90th anniversary of Armistice Day.

On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, an armistice was signed by the Germans and Allies to stop the trench warfare on the Western Front. In countries around the world, people pause at 11 a.m. for a few moments of silence to remember the millions who died in World War I. It wasn’t completely over that Nov. 11, and fighting continued on the Eastern front, but it was the end of that part of hell.

We called it Armistice Day too until 1954 when, after a determined campaign by Al King (an Emporia shoe store owner), Congress amended the name to Veterans Day. It started as “a day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace” (or so reads the Congressional resolution). But, now, in the U.S., it’s a day to honor veterans, more patriotic in tone than “world peace” focused.

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You drive through the Menin Gate to enter the city of Ieper.

It’s a magnificent gate, with vaulted domes and marble walls. It feels almost disproportionate for this city of twisting cobblestone streets and bike-riding people. But it needed to be big, as it is engraved with the names of 54,896 soldiers of the Great War whose remains were never found.

Ieper is in Flanders, the Flemish-speaking part of Belgium. It’s pronounced “e-per,” with a slightly guttural roll of the “R” at the end, but spelled “Ypres” in French. A Medieval city, a walk in any direction is an architectural stroll through the centuries: gothic gables to ornate guild houses, churches to ramparts, historical sites to museums. In the Grote Markt are restaurants and cafes with expansive outdoor patios.

Charming and unpretentious, Ieper looks and feels intact, untouched by time. But Ieper was at the epicenter of the Western Front. Thousands of Allied soldiers walked through its gate to fight and die in the trenches. The city itself was pounded to rubble. After the war, its displaced residents returned and tenaciously – meticulously – rebuilt.

The Ypres Salient is the name given the curving defensive lines of the Allied forces on the Western Front. It is hard now to imagine a war without movement, with opposing forces literally entrenched in mud and where gains were measured in mere yards. Four years of grinding warfare, of unrelenting artillery and shelling.

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Now one can drive the length and breadth of the battle lines in one afternoon.

There are 170 cemeteries around Ieper, including the row-on-row of white crosses of Tyne Cot Cemetery in Passchendaele, the impressive American Flanders Field Cemetery and Memorial outside Waregem, the museum at Hill 62 and Sanctuary Wood and the ubiquitous clusters of crosses in what appears to be someone’s backyard. Cows graze in adjacent fields, crisscrossed by walking and cycle paths.

Essex Farm Cemetery, just one example, is the site of a medical “advanced dressing station,” where triage meant sorting out who had some chance of survival, and then watching the rest as they died. It was here that Dr. John McCrae wrote his much loved poem “In Flanders Fields.” Enter the bunkers, and, within seconds, you feel claustrophobic.

Here is where the Germans introduced gas warfare. Chlorine gas at first, later mustard gas, primitive but agonizingly effective. Before gas masks, soldiers were told to urinate on their handkerchiefs and hold it to their mouth and nose. A bullet to the head was considered a blessing compared to the gas.

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It is best to begin any visit at the Flanders Field Museum. While it details military history, it also tells stories: soldiers and civilians, men, women and children. It is a museum about how ordinary people survived.

The Ieper tourist office has ample information on lodging and dining and provides self-guided tour brochures for walking, cycling or driving. A van tour or hiring a professional guide is a good way to start. My recollection of U.S. History 101 was spotty, but learning as an adult, not in a classroom but up-close-and-personal – this I won’t forget.

One cannot go to Ieper without attending the Last Post.

The Last Post ceremony is a ritual of remembrance for the fallen of World War I. It has been held every night at 8 p.m. at the Menin Gate since 1928 (with the exception of 1940-1944). Yes, every night – in bitter cold and snow as well as on warm summer nights, for a handful of people or pressing crowds. After the buglers play the Last Post, there is an exhortation, a few moments of silence, the playing of reveille and the wail of the bagpipers’ lament. The buglers are local firefighters, all volunteers. The name, the Last Post, refers to the traditional salute to the fallen warrior. It honors those who “stood firm and did not count the cost.”

On Nov. 11th of this year, the Last Post ceremony will have been conducted 27,570 times.

Every cemetery has a story, as does every cross.

And while it sounds like it would be terrifically depressing to visit, it isn’t.

It’s a privilege to be allowed to bear witness.

And on this 90th anniversary of Armistice Day, we, too, should take a few moments to remember, and to honor, those who served before, those who serve now, those who do not count the cost.