Long, Long time ago, I served with a Swedish sailor who had enlisted in November, 1941. More ribbons than you could easily count, including a Navy Cross and 4 Purple Hearts.
This man, possessing heroism beyond belief, rejected the nickname “Swede”.
He would proudly say, “My parents came from Sweden, but understand that I am an AMERICAN.”
I remember hearing as a youngster that, “European immigration to the States, deprived Europe of millions of their BEST people, who then raised generations of Americans.”
I think that was true.
Not disagreeing, but then what happened.