World War II nostalgia

The last few years I’ve been reading a lot about World War II and the Cold War. I’m currently reading Robert Wilson’s The Company of Strangers, some pretty well-written schlock with excellent plot pacing, a high level of historical accuracy, and even a romantic subplot. It’s pretty good stuff.

But it didn’t occur to me until last night that there might be a subconscious reason for all this: nostalgia for a time when Americans believed in freedom and Germans were fascists. What a nice, quaint idea that is.