Why I'm of two minds about watching Ken Burns' "The War"

(Which airs on PBS starting Sunday night)

Two points in its favor:

One: I've loved the Ken Burns documentaries I've seen before.

Two: It's important history quickly disappearing over the horizen of Living Memory (Dad's older brother, Jimmy, died in the war, and he didn't talk much about it, but he did say that the loss soured his family, and was like a shadow over their fates ever since; Jimmy was the family's golden boy. And now, Dad is gone, and I can't ask him to elaborate. There's no one left in that family who can elaborate. Dad was the last survivor...).

One Big (for me, ymmv) point against it:

Those aren't actors on the screen, pretending to suffer, and pretending to die. Those were real young men, and their pain and their deaths were real. Watching that unfold on a little tv screen, from the comfort of my home, has a whiff of the snuff film about it, and the idea kinda turns my stomach -- even though the story is being told in their honor.

So... I don't know...