I hate to just plop down the conclusion to a piece, but this contains a crucial point I can’t emphasize enough, even at the risk of being repetitive and repeating IOZ’s repetitions:
Accepting (and I don’t) that some wars, sometimes, are truly necessary doesn’t dissolve the evil or absolve people or nations from their participation in them; they can never fully be atoned for or forgiven.
This I believe to be one of the truths underpinning the tragedy that is the “victors” in war. Even the victors of war (or revolution!) must condemn themselves when all is said done, anything less is not enough. Sadly, this never seems to happen, certainly not when the State wages war.
But maybe one day or the other the story, I do not say “History”, will paint a real picture of all these events, not a picture with “Hurra-Patriotisme,” not a picture with medals and Glory, but just something we had unto ourselves, something in which we believed, something for which we lived and for which people like your father died
found in a letter from a strong French woman describing her life under Nazi occupation to a researcher.