I Really Don't Care What

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.

It Was My Duty To Shoot The Enemy, And I Don't Regret It. My Regrets Are For The People I Couldn't Save: Marines, Soldiers, Buddies. I'm Not Naive, And I Don't Romanticize War. The Worst Moments Of My Life Have Come As A Seal. But I Can Stand Before God With A Clear Conscience About Doing My Job.

I’m Willing To Meet My Creator And Answer Every Shot That I Took.

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.

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.