Born to Agnes and Charles Bigos, Americans who moved back to Poland after the fall of the Soviet Regime in 1990, Frank Bigos was always a tough kid, ready to stand up for himself and others when he saw he had to, and he had to on multiple occasions, getting into screaming matches and fist fights often at school, with his first fight at 6, a fight in which he won against an 8 year old boy. That was really the best way to describe Frank’s childhood, as he had to fight often to protect his siblings, Stasia, Francis, William, and Fred, since he was the oldest. It helped that Frank was usually bigger than kids his age, which helped him have an impressive career, being suspended from school 37 times in his career, having over 2 months off from school due to his fights. In high school his reputation kept him from getting a job outside his family, which was just fine with him, as he enjoyed working with his father, Charles, who was a carpenter. In his teens he kept growing, getting stronger, partly due to his increasing work with his father, which, while it didn't pay him well he enjoyed the job and had no problem with a low wage, generally spending it on his sisters. As he went through his schooling his fights grew less and less, as many had heard of his reputation and did not want to fight, there was the occasional dare fight but nothing that Frank couldn’t handle. When he had spare time, which was not often, Frank was always listening to his father’s records, a man named Bobby Vee who was a distant cousin or something of Frank’s, good music to listen to nonetheless, and working on an older radio, so he could listen to some of the American classic rock that he heard in the car once, ACDC. When Frank was in his last year of school in 2010, a Polish Army recruiter came and talked to him, as he heard of Frank's reputation, which was very large and only minorly exaggerated, seeing him as a perfect candidate for Poland's Army. Having nothing else to do really other than be a carpenter with his father, something that had grown stale to him a year before, he joined up, and ended up as a Paratrooper with the 6th Parachute Brigade. For the first time in his life Frank felt like he was home, doing what he was supposed to do, of course he had felt loved and at home when he was with his family, but when he was falling from the sky underneath that beautiful white canopy, he felt right. Frank loved the 6th and its members, always enjoying himself and being one of the very few in the military that truly love the suck. When the 6th joined up with Americans he was the first there, at Grafenwoehr, during Anaconda 16’, training with the Latvians and Americans in northern Poland, Frank loved it all. All in all Frank had quite a number of overseas tours under his belt, 2 in Afghanistan, one where he was with some Polish Engineers in the east, based in a town called Jalalabad, where he met a cousin of his, William Guevermont, who was related to him by his great aunt. While he saw action fighting the Taliban his country was geared toward one enemy in particular, Russia. This is what all his training was geared towards, a Russian invasion of western Europe. When some sort of virus or whatnot was occurring in another former satellite, Poland again saw it did its duty and provided men to the UN Peacekeeping force, and due to his and his comrades skills, he and his Platoon were sent in to bolster the UNs abilities and say to the world that Poland stood with Chernarus.