My father was a WWII baby. His mother German, his father an American soldier, his uncle and grandfather German soldiers.... Yes, Nazis. So, my best friend growing up was a black guy. My grandmother had gone through some old pictures and found a picture of her brother in uniform as well as her father. Then there was one group shot of a bunch of German soldiers. My grandmother brings them to my dad who just laid them on the kitchen counter. My friend comes over later that evening to either hang out or pick me up. It's not funny, but it is... The look on his face was priceless when he saw them followed by an "Alrighty then, I think I'll be leaving now..." I explained what they were and that no one in the house believed in Nazi values and all was calm. He (my friend) was really cool about it and we joked about it as the night progressed. I don't think I'll ever forget the look on his face though.
