My Dad had a book and it showed pictures of open graves about half the size of a football field full of very very thin dead people piled on top of each other.
The pictures were taken at one of the gas chambers when the soldiers got there. And they showed pictures of people who were still alive who looked like walking dead.
People who were there and saw these things respect the sanctity of human life.
I used to feel sorry for the concentration camp victims -- now, I'm not so sure. They were starved, sure -- but everyone knows that starvation is painless, so what's the big deal? They wouldn't have been fulfilled living in Hitler's Germany anyway were nobody wanted them, so they were better off "out of the way."
(Do I really have to put a sarcasm tag here?)