they leave in single file, a trail of grief without end. ukraine doesn't release official figures of those killed in action, but it's in the tens of thousands. this is a routine that they repeat here every single day. many are unrecognisable, so they search for phones, wallets, clues to identify the dead. each loss is personal, but one arrival was especially so for margot. translation: the worst day was . when they brought my husband here. he died while defending his motherland. it was the hardest day of my life. that moment made me realise that i have to be here. but that was the hardest day ever.