It’s a strange custom that Americans pledge their love *to* their country.
When other people say “I love my country,” I feel like they refer to the land, the nature, the people, the history, the policies, and the culture – the tangibles. But when Americans say they love their country, I feel like they love the “country,” the intangible. The former being akin to protecting your family, and the latter being similar to worshipping and protecting a deity.
And it’s giving me a sense of comfort. Because it means Americans only answer to America, the country.