Hey Everyone,
I find myself in a strange place when it comes to WWII. My grandparents were Germans (I'm German) and my grandfather was a prisoner of war in France, shortly after D-Day. What happened during that war was horrible, and what the Nazi Regime did is unforgivable. The thought of my child dying in a war is beyond my conception, yet it is a reality now and was then. My dad is a former US Air Force NCO (Sr. MSGT) and so I'm also a US military brat!
I guess what I wanted to share, are sentiments I've discovered in the letters from my German family during the war. My grandmother (who was a pre-teen at the time) had to be in the Hitler Youth. One of her letters to her sister - who was in a Sanatorium due to TB - talks about the morning after what is no known Krystalnacht. In her letter she writes that the Brown Shirts came and took all the Jews. No one knew where they went, what happened to them, or at least she didn't as she was only a child. There was no real distinction between the Jews and the Germans prior to Hitler. Everybody identified themselves as a "Holzheimer" or a villager from Holzheim. (This is the village where I grew up.)
What the Allies did was beyond brave and their victory changed the lives of all of Europe for the better. If they hand't won that war, I'd either have lived (and would still live) in the modern 3rd Reich, or under the Soviets. We wouldn't be where we are today without the Greatest Generation. So, I often find myself torn between knowing what the average German seemed to endure during the Nazi Regime and the allied bombings, and the realization that that regime had to go.
I don't know, it's always a sad, uncomfortable feeling on historical days where we recollect the happenings of WWII. On the one hand I am proud of being a German, on the other a lot of shame goes with Nazis and Fascism. When I was a child, we never talked about the war, everyone talked about the Kaiser, but WWII was an off-limits topic. Or at least, it was taboo and never discussed.
Anyway, I thought I'd share.