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I Would Love For People To Be Able To Think Of Me As A Guy Who Stood Up For What He Believed In And Helped Make A Difference For The Vets.

Savage, Despicable Evil. That's What We Were Fighting In Iraq. That's Why A Lot Of People, Myself Included, Called The Enemy 'savages.' There Really Was No Other Way To Describe What We Encountered There.

Other People Are Talking About Writing Books About My Life, Or About Some Of The Things I've Done. I Find It Strange, But I Also Feel It's My Life And My Story, And I Guess I Better Be The One To Get It On Paper The Way It Actually Happened.

I’ve Lived The Literal Meaning Of The ‘land Of The Free’ And ‘home Of The Brave.’ It’s Not Corny For Me. I Feel It In My Heart. I Feel It In My Chest. Even At A Ball Game, When Someone Talks During The Anthem Or Doesn’t Take Off His Hat, It Pisses Me Off. I’m Not One To Be Quiet About It, Either.

As Far As I Can See It, Anyone Who Has A Problem With What Guys Do Over There Is Incapable Of Empathy. People Want America To Have A Certain Image When We Fight. Yet I Would Guess If Someone Were Shooting At Them And They Had To Hold Their Family Members While They Bled Out Against An Enemy Who Hid Behind Their Children, Played Dead Only To Throw A Grenade As They Got Closer, And Who Had No Qualms About Sending Their Toddler To Die From A Grenade From Which They Personally Pulled The Pin....they Would Be Less Concerned With Playing Nicely.