My father in law worked at IG Farben direct near Auschwitz and to his dying day disputed the claims made. He worked with the Straeflinge and shared their lunchtime with them. Sure it was'nt a holiday for them as it wasn't for the non-Haeftlinge but the treatment was as good as to be exspected. After all he maintained that a lot of them had good skills badly needed.
I am certainly not trying to paper over the war time and its brutallity but this is a story which should be told as well.
My father was in the army and by luck (due to injury)missed being shipped to Russia). Consequently the army made a cook out of him.He was in charge of 2000 POW to cook for. About 50/50 Russian/Italians who worked in a military Kraftfahrzeug Park.
I ate that food and my old man cooked a pretty decent Eintopf in massive vats. Those POW moved quiet freely around in doing their Job for the army but had to be back at night to their camp.
A Russian by the name of Valodka drove my father home every evening as well as picking him up in the morning in an american Fargo (obviously a war booty). This is 1944 and by that time we lived in a cellar under a bombed out house with water running down the walls. The old man organised some POW to help pouring cement over the rubble lying on top of the cellar to prevent more water seeping into our cellar. My mother cooked for all of us and we sat together eating trying to be as warm as possible to these unlucky man.
Oh yes,we tried to be humane.
Now I am waiting to get some abusive answer from some nut telling me I am a closet Nazi!