Some 27 years ago in my first nursing post I looked after chap who was 80. He was German. At 80 he was still over 6 foot tall, lantern jawed and massively framed with a shock of white, once blond hair. He had been a paratrooper and Did all the combat jumps in ww2. You could just imagine him being the third reichs pin up boy.
He was a lovely chap, married an English girl after the war (he was a POW here).
We chatted a lot about the war. He wasn’t a Nazi, he said most weren’t, but Hitler gave them hope. Hope to escape from the austerity caused by the treaty of Versailles.
Then he said what I’ve never forgotten and what has come back to haunt us, ‘he told us he would make Germany great again’