Around 1995 or so, the History Channel used to have this series called "History Versus Hollywood" and the host was a gruff older guy named Sander Vanocur. One night I came home from work, already living here in Mexico, and found out that they were going to show the film "Escape from Sobibor".
I had never seen the film, but remembered one night around 1989 when I was still living in Canada but working towards coming down here that I walked through the living room of my parent's house after having dinner with them and saw my Dad -- who had been a Bren Gunner from Normandy at June 6th until the war's end and who had helped liberate a concentration camp near the end -- watching some T.V. movie where some guy in a wooden guard tower was mowing down fleeing people with an MG-34.
"Watcha watchin'?" I asked him.
"Aww," he said with a wave of his hand, "just the damned S.S. shooting people in the back again." My Dad had a great respect for the fighting capabilities of the Waffen S.S., I think they were the only thing he ever truly feared, but he also certainly hated them. That came out a lot over the years. I couldn't stop to watch the movie, and it was near the end anyway, but checking the T.V. guide I saw it's name was "Escape from Sobibor."
So, here and now, I was going to watch the film with Sander Vanocur. Cool. As usual, in the "History Versus Hollywood" productions, there was a studio audience and a couple of experts on there with them to have a chat with at the end of the show. One of the "experts" was an older lady who had been a young girl in the extermination camp at Sobibor. She had survived. She had been portrayed in the movie.
At the end of the film, when she spoke clearly and precisely about what the S.S. had done and of the horrors she had seen there, and about how accurate the film had been -- with slight errors in timing or pace as is usual when one tries to portray real life on celluloid -- everyone was quiet. Sander Vanocur started to choke up, and in an attempt to ask her a final question, his voice cracked, and he had to wipe his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, trying to compose himself.
"It's all right," said the woman, reaching out to take his hand, "It was a hard thing." He sniffled. And I must admit, watching it, I sniffled too.