My mother's half-brother was in the battle at Anzio and was in a cavalry unit that marched up through Italy and into Russia, where he saw scenes of mind-boggling carnage that deeply scarred him psychologically.
Not one of these family members came back to the US praising Nazis. Quite the contrary: they had stories to tell, when they were willing to talk.
I remember and am shaped by those stories. And I'll keep remembering.