I’m Willing To Meet My Creator And

I Don't Know If I'm The Best Of The Best. But I Did Know That If I Quit, I Wouldn't Be.

My Regrets Are About The People I Couldn’t Save—marines, Soldiers, My Buddies. I Still Feel Their Loss. I Still Ache For My Failure To Protect Them.

I Really Don't Care What People Think Of Me. I've Got My Family. I've Got My Friends. Yes, I Have Been Trained To Be A Little More Aggressive If I Need To Be, But I Don't Go Around Thumping People.

The Joke Was That President Bush Only Declared War When Starbucks Was Hit. You Can Mess With The U.n. All You Want, But When You Start Interfering With The Right To Get Caffeinated, Someone Has To Pay.

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.