Guy had grown up loving America- how could he not love it, when grandfather had come over as a 48er (in a pickle barrel, no less). Guy had been born and raised in Minnesota, on a farm outside of New Ulm, and it had all been well and good...
Until war had broken out in a country he had never been. The only things Guy had known of Germany was the food, the Catholic faith, and a little bit of the language that was only spoken in the kitchen.
But his loyalty to the American government was put to the test, and instead of making him more loyal, he became less so, pushed away and distrusted by a country he had loved so much.
After the war, the crop prices dropped, and the only he could make any money was from moonshine,
and then they, the Federal Government in their all knowing goodness,
made that illegal, too.