Dugle's Dairy

You were given up for adoption when you were born and raised by nuns at a convent and boarding school.
When you turned 18 you joined the Colonial Marine Corp and flew fighters to protect cargo vessels between Mars and the mining colony in the asteroid belt.
You've received several metal's of valor for your bravery in fighting off Somali space pirates in many incursions during your time in the military forces.
The last battle didn't turn out the same. Trying to rescue a cargo vessel loaded with Tritanium you're ship was struck and you had to eject before it exploded. You spent nearly 100 hours floating amongst the wreckage, expecting to die as your oxygen supply slowly dropped.
By an act of grace, your beacon got the attention of a med ship before you perished. That was it. The straw that broke the camel's back. You decided to retire.
Coincidentally and to make a story out of all that nonsense, on your way back to Earth, you received a private message a law firm in Pringle Patch, New Hio. The town where you grew up.
You've inherited the dairy farm of the late Langston Dugle, one of the major benefactors to the convent you grew up in.