I did not think it was that bad, in reality, it was the dialogue that had all the meaning more than anything else.
There is a message to the world about your average everyday German soldier from WW2!
Ummmmm Maybe??? This story was mostly about an SS soldier. Slightly different category from average Wermacht soldiers. Completely different reputation for tenaciousness.
When I was a kid, there were a couple of ex SS soldiers that worked with my father in the Copper Mountain mine, above Princeton, BC. One had a wife, with kids that weren't his. He loved to sing. Never saw him drink a drop of alcohol, nor lose his temper. I played with his kids as they were close by and they adored him. The man was about as ordinary looking as could be, until you looked into his eyes. He was maybe thirty, but looked 60. I remember him telling my father that he and a few hundred other SS fellows walked from Russia to the German border and wouldn't lay down their weapons until they could surrender to either the Brits or Americans. His whole family had been killed during the war, so he took up with the wife of a fellow soldier he knew, that had been killed. It seemed to work OK.
Copper Mountain was a company town, with a company store, bunk houses for the single transient types and family dwellings, without power or running water. He lived about a klik away from our place.
Just for a time frame, WWII had only been over for five years. Lots of propaganda was still being accepted as absolute truth. I saw people get beat up for speaking foreign languages. There was a lot of undiagnosed PTSD around back then, both among civilians and veterans. John Wayne's film persona was the accepted image to duplicate.
A few of the people just couldn't leave the war behind. They gave the German/Prussian/Dukhabor/Serbs a hard time. The very odd time it would become physical but not often. The police just stayed out of it.
The pot still came to a boil between some of those folks. Thankfully they were in a very tiny minority.
Back then, the mine was all underground, following the rich veins of rainbow colored ore. When the price of copper tanked, after the Korean War, the mine was no longer profitable and shut down. Everyone moved to other mining towns, where some of them met up again. I remember being relieved leaving that project. It always seemed to be dark or cloudy. Likely it was just the mood of the time.
We moved to a town called Salmo. The SS fellow with his family was there for a while as well, but only for a year. They went north. I've often wondered what became of them. Likely, like most immigrants, they just settled into becoming Canadians.