Bingo. I'm proud to be a Georgian, a Southron, and an American.
Back when we lived in Tennessee, just about everywhere we went was battleground, including the little development where we were renting a house. My oldest daughter asked me one day (after I'd had to stop the car on a low-clouds-and-drizzle day near Lookout Mountain, because I had the howlin' heebie-jeebies) if all the dead soldiers were in Heaven. What I told her, and what I believe, is that, on both sides, they sacrificed themselves for what they believed was right, for the honor and defense of their communities, and ultimately, for the men standing with them on the field. Those are people who deserve the mercy of God.
"Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." With a few exceptions (guerillas on both sides, generals who let men die out of pure indifference) I respect all of them, and I teach my children to do the same.