I am very familiar with WWII, my mother was born into the second war. She experience the war first hand. She saw many ugly things in her surroundings, and being three years old was a cruel reminder of what was to come prior to the war and post war. It was a trial circumstance for everyone who was touched by the sword of WWII. The world had a view of power at its' optimal evil. To me it does not seem to make sense, because I cannot understand how humanity can evolve to a venomous viper. There were many war based on fighting for possession of kingdoms, but WWII was the beginning of the end of something more bizarre for anyone to grasp. So many lives disrupted and vanished before shocking eyes. I can recall the years my mother established inside her mind after the WWII. Her eyes were distant and cold, she lost touch with the real purpose of life. She tried to escape out of the madness that lie dormant, only to come out in small stages. The severity of her purpose was skipped all together I believe she lives through the motions but she does not feel anything. It does not seem right, that people can manipulate others and devastate their future. She expressed a radical life with no hope but a little salvation to keep the next generation floating inside the stigma of the past. After, the USA came to fight the Germans and every lingering power hungry mad man, peace slowly recovers the ruins within the damaged spirit of my mother's life and other's at best. It is important to keep peace within every nation, and offer better solutions, but it seems an uphill battle to end every war.