My father, God rest his soul, was a POW in WWII, his whole company was captured in Africa, he spent 26 months in a POW camp. I never knew anything about what had happened because he and my mother never said anything. MY mother didn't know for the longest time that he was ok.
When I got drafted November 15, 1965 and on the way to the induction center my father told me with a tear in his eye that going into the Army for 24 months shouldn't be bad and then he told me about him being a POW for 26 months.
The point of me telling this is that war is hell, not everyone comes home to a loved one, and those who do most don't talk about it and let it go.
I was lucky as I was to become an MP and went to Germany, the only people that didn't care for us soldiers were many of the young people my age, why because they didn't understand the war.
I was also fortunate to meet a German civilian who worked on our casern as a fireman. I got to know him well and talk got around to hunting, he asked me if I would like to come out to his father's property and do some morning hunting with him, his son and his father and after noon people would come out for the big hunt. In knowing him better he said that he was in the war in Russia and that his father was in the SS. There was never any talk about the war or no unrest between us. My friend and his family spoke excellent English, the father, no, but when it came time for my to leave Germany the father told his son that there was always a place for me to stay at his house. I just wish I had done that, but when you are 21 there are other things on your mind. I never even wrote which now I feel very bad.
So how you take it about the allies is your problem, most were good people. Many if they didn't do what was told were shot by their commanders.
