Well, here's an outside perspective.
My father grew up in the "Jim Crow" south in full segregation, and in the 50's got drafted to fight in a war against people he had no quarrel with for a country which, up to that point, turned a blind eye to segregation. Close quarters combat, the North Koreans shot his first cat when his base got overrun and the Chinese (Well, the combatants got a lot taller with very crude weapons), while attacking the base, took their other. Yes, he was more pissed about that than he was about a bunch of strangers shooting at him because he could defend himself and his buddies on the firing line, but those cats, man. What did they ever do to anyone? Got back to rural Alabama after serving his commitment to a region more concerned with maintaining his racial caste than his selfless duty, for our nation, in Korea.
But if my order of nachos at TGI Fridays suck, I'm flagging the waitress down and sending the damned things back to the kitchen. I'm gonna!