If you have attended typical Remembrance Day ceremonies, you know what to expect. You hear about heroes and heroic action in the face of suffering for the sake of freedom and justice and overcoming evil. Our selective memories allow us to compress some wars neatly into that good versus bad paradigm. World War II, in which my father fought, was like that. When you were fighting a power as conspicuously evil as Nazism everyone knows who was on the side of the angels.