One more story from my father.
Near the end of the war my father was told to take a group and capture the officers held up in a nice house behind enemy lines. It was night and they could see a REAL YOUNG guard out front. At that point all they had was kids pretty much. My father didn't want to shoot, stab or kill him so they came up with the bright idea to knock him out when he made the turn. So, they hit him in the head and all he did was scream in pain. The four officers inside came out and were SO GLAD to be captured. They didn't even take their side arms. Nobody wanted to fight or kill anymore. The officers were just plain hungry.
My father kept in touch with one of the officers who moved to France. He would send us a case of wine every year before Christmas.