In the UK, our focii are:
- The Cenotaph, Whithall (government centre, handy walking distance from Parliament and Palace, Abbey and agregated business-zones), central London - does not (IIRC) have any particular names, merely acts as a focus of Rememberance of WW1/2/other conflicts;
- Local 'Cenotaphs', or something of that flavour, in virtually every community (often by the church, town/city-hall, set into government/services building (as was, if not currently so), by the village green or the centre of the hamlet) - tend to have have the names of the local casualties (Great War, added WW2, maybe later additions for later conflicts) except for the few "Doubly Blessed" locations where no casualties occured which may instead depict local Participants (as might others have, on separate areas) as having served and survived.
- The National Memorial Arboretum, a relatively recent (post-Afghan/Iraq initiations?) creation out in the 'wilds' of Shropshire. A somewhat more geographically-central location for the nation than the London-based one, but not yet perceived as a focus for the general public, even though featured in occasional broadcasts. I cannot speak for the military psyche. - Every single casualty (from WW1 onwards?) is supposedly carved into the structure, with 'space to spare' designed in from the onset
Then there's locations like the Menin Gate which have many, many casualties engraved (in MG's case that are, or at least were, not 'engraved'
within known graves) more as pilgramage destinations than necessarily a central point of record, but with the same sense of ceremony, complimentary to the (known) graves made to the various Unknown Soldiers.
I can't say how much we (generically) treat those names/symbols as honouring the dead vs. highlighting the failures that caused those deaths (war being politics by other means, when the original means failed/were allowed to fail[1]). On 11/11 of every year, I try to honour them in thought and by deed (of observance) in attending a Rememberance Day gathering[2], and I definitely feel sadness more than gladness, but it's hardly at the forefront of my mind for most of the rest of my year, nor a spur to End All Conflict (regardless of it being not within my power to do much in that line). It's a reflection on the inevitably-happened, I suppose, in crude terms.
I don't think there's much glorifying done, though. Not much "I'm glad his name is there", for sons, brothers, fathers, grandfathers, etc. (And daughters, etc, in memorials that cover positions and/or conflicts where this is a thing.) Not for people who have gone beyond childish games of cowboys and indians/nazis and allies/earthmen and aliens/whatever kids get up to these days when not sat playing
Call Of Duty Halo Fortnite, and haven't gone on to spraypaint marble with skewed swastikas or somesuch for whatever reason...
[1]*cough*Brexit*/cough*
[2] Hmmm... Might be different this year, Covid regulations and predominant older people attending, etc... Watch this space?