Douglas Montgomery was born in Mobile Alabama in 1948. His family were a military family, fought in WW1, WW2 and Korea. He joined the Infantry in 1968, and he was promptly shipped to Vietnam, he was assigned to the Air Cavalry. While in country he seen some dark shit, Muricans hanged on trees, children burning from the flames of Napalm. On his 3rd tour he had been through it all, he was depressed, he gained a hatred for Asian people, he was loving war, loving it too much. On a night operation his platoon was attacked by NVF and he gained sustained injuries to his right leg, making his mobility a lot harder. He was then honourably discharged from the Army. Douglas suffered from heavy PTSD when he returned, and it never went away. He became a cab driver after his life in Vietnam, he got married to Maggie. They never had children. Maggie passed away when Douglas was 69 and having no family to support him. Douglas was then referred to a care home, he wasn’t too fond of the care home. He was shipped from care homes, to care homes. Until one day where he was shipped to his final care home, and he met some fella’s he liked, and stayed. They went on a field trip to Chernarus, and while in country the shit went down, and they established their own retirement home in Chernogorsk, hopefully bring old timers like himself to safety from the ensuing apocalypse.