Thankfully, he survived it all, as did my Dad's dad - he spent most of the war fighting the Japanese in Burma.
Same as my Nan's brother, remember some amazing and horrifying stories as a kid. He then ended up in Germany post war, married a local girl and so for my entire life we've just had this bunch of Germans in our family who we visited and visited us. Apparently I was conceived in West Berlin, but I never asked too many questions on that. The girl he married died last year, 100 years old, quite a lady.
As for England, there are loads of brilliant places in the country. I lived in London for a decade, have good mates in Brighton which a great place, I love the Lake District, the Northumberland coast, etc, we have some wonderful places on our doorstep and I often find myself looking out of a train window thankful that I live here, but is that pride or just realisation that I'm relatively lucky compared to billions of others that live in far worse day to day situations? I don't know, but not sure it matters.
The important thing for me is loving your family and friends, the things you love, your pastimes and devotions, the place you live and the places your loved ones live. For me that's always been wrapped up in Merseyside and Liverpool but for others is rooted in country, and I have no issue with that. I now live in Cheshire and I'm happy here for now, and it's very much England and I like it, but I don't feel any conflict there.
My hatred for the establishment and the people who tried to stamp our city out never leaves me, and I find that stuff that entered my head as a kid and a young man still dictates how I feel about the world, and it is very much in tune with the response at Anfield last night, and it always will be.
But each to their own, and my attitude has always been that anybody who respects and values the culture and history of both the club and the city is someone I'll stand beside and defend, wherever they're from. OP, ignore the background noise, be yourself, keep supporting the Reds.