My uncle was in Germany at the end.
He was shot in the neck but survived of course. I still remember him showing us kids that scar he had from the bullet.
He did see some of those concentration camps. In Germany and Poland. Some of them with the ovens. He would not talk about it much other than to say he was there.
He did a lot of serious drinking after the war and was not a very friendly man when he drank. He was damaged from the war. Badly. He was a big man with hands as big as a gorilla and as strong. When he got drunk he would head for the nearest bar to pick a fight. Both Mom and Dad said he seldom lost a one. He did that until his middle 50's. Then got into trouble with the law over his fighting and the judge apparently told him his fighting days were over unless he wanted to serve some serious jail time. He still kept at it on a smaller scale though.
He did raise a family with three kids (my cousins) and raced horses for a long time. He was an engineer and a very good one. He made a lot of money. But, he eventually kissed off his family and ended up dying alone in a small studio apt. I was told toward the end he was mean and drunk most of the time and ran everyone away from him. Even at the end he was still picking fights and winning. Hard to imagine with an old man. But true.
He always treated us kids real good. That's why I remember him so much. He would come over to the house and take us all out for milk shake and a movie about once a week. Cost him 35 cents each. That was in the early 50's up in Alaska. I will never, ever forget those days.
Liberty once lost, is lost forever.