Military Experience: 64A, Field Veterinary Service, US Army; Rank before retirement: CPT; Tours: Grenada, Panama, Gulf War; Awards: Purple Heart, Distinguished Service Cross, Distinguished Service Medal, Silver Star.
Reason(s) I’m in Chernarus: Working with NATO & Veterinarians Without Borders during the time leading up and following the event. Saving animals affected during conflict, working with Chernarus military helping working dogs, and providing veterinary support to local farmers also. Willing to help any animal anywhere, but not all humans.
Well...where do I start? My Father, Nikolai, was a Russian soldier who defected in the late 50s; he later served in Vietnam, and even later married an Army nurse named June Simpson who he met after being wounded in Khe Sanh and sent to a military hospital. Life in America suited my Father, and soon after they were married, my Mother gave birth to me. My middle name, Aleksy, came from his Father's brother who had stayed in Russia and whose whereabouts were unknown. Patton obviously wasn't my Father's real last name...he had changed it when he came over, borrowing from the greatest soldier he had ever heard of, General George S. Patton, Jr. The Petrovich name would stay in Russia, like so many other things I never knew about my father's life.
I grew up with animals, and I've always liked them more than people. Life on the farm was slow and enjoyable, and I learned pretty much everything I know about animal husbandry from my father. I also learned the value of being a good citizen, and later, a soldier. I think one of the proudest days of my old man's life was when I graduated Officer's school; I never saw him cry in my life until the day he and Mom pinned on my "butter bars."
Yeah, I did my 20...plus a few more. When Mom, then Dad passed away, I sold the farm for a song to the family who had helped us run the place since I was a kid. I knew the old man would approve. I don't know why I thought that settling down to be a small town Vet would keep me satisfied...I just wasn't that kind of man. Saw a few news programs about the trouble brewing in this part of the world, and decided that, since I was perfectly at home in a war zone and a damn good Vet, maybe I could do some good. Well, that was until the goddamn dead wouldn't stay that way...
I still wanna know why it doesn't affect the animals... and what in the hell happened to all of the Dogs?! I've looked at a few wolves that I've had to put down, but there's no sign of hybridization whatsoever...just all wolf. Admittedly driven crazy by hunger and maybe fear, but natural, normal wolves nonetheless.
I've heard about several factions, but have mostly tried to steer clear of such things. God knows I'd love to belong to a good group, as is my nature from years of service, but damned if I've found the right one. Avoiding population centers has served me pretty well thus far...that's where the dead and the crazy generally intersect, and I want fuck-all to do with either of 'em. I wish I had a Dog...someone I could relate to, ya know?