Kerry Lewis was born in 1983 in Paris, France. His mother (Lucie Reix) being a French born citizen met his father (first name unknown) in France while Kerry's dad was there for work as a US secret service delegate. They struck up an acquaintance and this evolved into a relationship that swiftly lead to a pregnancy that in its turn lead to the birth of Kerry Lewis.
The early years of his life Kerry lived and went to school in France up until he and Mr. Lewis remigrated back to the US mainland when Kerry was 11. They settled somewhere in rural Oregon near the mountains. Kerry never knew if he ever heard the truth about his parents' separation and why his mother didn't come with them. Obviously he was granted a US citizenship through is dad which was finalized surprisingly quickly, however, not so surprising considering Mr. Lewis' professional activities.
Kerry started going to public school and had a hard time fitting in since he spoke French easier than English at that point. He spoke English with his dad in the 11 years he lived in France of course but going to school, having friends and such are dominant to a child's language development. After a year or so he got on better with everyone around him and slowly started to forget about his Parisian life and fell in love with his natural environment that offered the people majestic mountains for skiing in the winters and the pine forests with its lakes and streams for going camping during summers and early autumns.
Kerry was a well read kid and very sharp for his age and didn't really rely on school for his intellectual development. He knew that of himself and chose to join the US military after graduating from high school. He wasn't interested in studying expensive books even though money wasn't an issue here and felt more attracted to the 'hands-on' life that the army could offer. He raced through is basic training being already very fit and shaped up from doing all his outdoor activities in Oregon.
He ended up joining the 101st Airborne division and was deployed to the Korengal Valley, Kunar Province, Afghanistan when he was 26 years old. The fighting there was ferocious and unforgiving. The terrain was near impossible to move through for coalition forces when they knew full well the Taliban did so without effort. For 16 months he was an active combatant in Kunar Province varying as M240B gunner and regular M4 rifleman. He lost a good amount of friends and many others we're wounded. The deployment took a lot out of Kerry but he was determined to not let it break him and do what had to be done. He hated the taliban. He felt for the poor tribes living under the tight reign of said Taliban. Every time he attended a meeting of the elder leaders of the villages and some of his superiors he had a hard time seeing the fear and fatigue in the eyes of the local Afghans. He knew they had been at war since the 70's with sovjets and it hasn't ever stopped since. He really wanted to make a difference there and help them with their advancement, but he got hit in the arm. A bone in his lower left arm fractured and he took schrapnel to the chest but nothing too serious. He was medically and honorably discharged and shipped back to the States.
After a few years of trying to pick up the pieces in Oregon he realised nothing would be the same. He wasn't the same. He started to get homesick, after all these long years, for France. He started to become obsessed with it and started to pick up his French language skills again. He decided to fly to Chernarus to visit Eastern Europe which he long had wished to do and from there on make his way back to France and visit his childhood memories. Sadly, shortly upon arriving in Chernarus, the outbreak hit and all borders were closed, along with any windows of opportunity to carry on with his plan to revisit France.