Holocaust callout

Hey /politics/, roughly a little over a week ago, I got into a trainwreck of a debate on /n/ regarding the holocaust, and that one archive- containing millions of documents totaling to 16 miles long- was brought up. Which had information on all the various victims of the holocaust. Then, someone brought up an email conversation they had with one of the archivists, asking if there were forensic documents indicating if any of the victims were killed by zyklon-b, which the archivists replied with no.

They still haven't replied to me asking the same thing, but it dawned on me: why the fuck would the germans have autopsies of the people they killed?

I'm posting this because the same guy asked me to post it here, and /n/ is just too much of a shithole, so....

I'm new to this debate, but, what exactly is your claim about the Holocaust? That it didn't happen at all, or, it was really small, or, what?

Anyway, how do you explain the experience of the troops that liberated Bergen-Belsen?

From wikipedia:

The camp was liberated on April 15, 1945 by the British 11th Armoured Division.[2] Sixty thousand prisoners were found inside, most of them seriously ill,[1] and another 13,000 corpses lay around the camp unburied.[2] The scenes that greeted British troops were famously described by the BBC's Richard Dimbleby, who accompanied them:
“     Here over an acre of ground lay dead and dying people. You could not see which was which ... The living lay with their heads against the corpses and around them moved the awful, ghostly procession of emaciated, aimless people, with nothing to do and with no hope of life, unable to move out of your way, unable to look at the terrible sights around them ... Babies had been born here, tiny wizened things that could not live ... A mother, driven mad, screamed at a British sentry to give her milk for her child, and thrust the tiny mite into his arms, then ran off, crying terribly. He opened the bundle and found the baby had been dead for days.

This day at Belsen was the most horrible of my life