My dad's stories were of his childhood lived under Nazi occupation in the Second World War, of the bravery of his father in acts of rebellion that would have resulted in his removal to a labour camp at best, had he been caught. But Dad's childhood wasn't a simple story of good versus evil, but one of good people that were just following orders; of people not standing up against fascism when they had the chance and before the opportunity was lost. It was another important lesson for me that good intentions have to be backed up by actions, or they are meaningless.