I was stationed in the UK for 5-1/2 years, two different tours. Lived off base, and traveled quite a bit... London, Rock Concerts, Pubs, Nightclubs, Bed and Breakfasts, etc. Also did Track and Field, so our base team competed against other bases including British Military team's. Also took a lot of ski trips to Austria and Switzerland through British travel agencies, which booked us with other British travelers. Funny thing is they always assumed we were Canadian for some reason, until we told them we were Americans stationed in the UK. In all my travels throughout England, Scotland, Wales, I was always treated well, and there was always a good respect for Americans and our partnership militarily. That was the 80's and 90's, so hopefully that hasn't changed any. Honestly, all my travels throughout the world, I was always treated well and respected, and the only two times I can remember someone saying something negative in reference to the USA was by some Australians talking politics (while in Scotland), and in Greece, by a stupid young girl who thought the USA should go to war against Turkey over the situation in Cyprus.
same for me mostly, except for being accosted once by an old war war ii vet that had lost his hand in fighting the japanese in china.
By that time he had become the town drunk.
one night at one of the local pubs, i was having a quiet drink with some mates and he walks over to our booth, stares at me with spittle dripping from his lips and points at me.
"Where are you from?" he demands.
i replied politely that i am from the US, and thanked him for his service. (i already knew who he was).
"You know what I mean...where were you born?!!"
i was born at St. Joseph's Hospital in the City of Orange, in Orange County, California, i answered, smiling.
"Where was your father born?!!!" he is almost screaming now.
he was born in Santa Maria, California, good ole USA, my smile even bigger.
"Fook you! Where was your grandfather born?!!!!!!"
San Franscisco, California, United States of America, i was laughing by then.
old guy stormed off and that was it.
too bad too.
if he had pressed me, i was ready to inform him that 2 of my uncles fought the nazis to save this glorious island, while the rest of my family were locked up in a prison camp in the middle of the california desert. my father was too young to go, but later volunteered to go fight in korea.