There are many lessons worth remembering from World War II, though it’s unclear whether they will be remembered or they will be remembered for the right reasons. Some of those lessons are about how a nation spiraled into hatred and the nadir of immorality. Others are about how a world, after beating that warmongering nation, allowed it to take a path back into society.
As a boomer whose father fought the Nazis in the Ardennes Forest and freed a concentration camp, and as a Jew, this is not an emotionless subject for me. I was raised to Never Forget, and I can’t and won’t. When I went to Germany in the summer of ’79, I looked at every old man and wondered what he did in the war. But I couldn’t hate Germany or Germans. I chose to let it go. Continue reading

