One Was To Be A Cowboy And

Decades Of Saddam’s Rule Made What Could Have Been A Fairly Rich Country, Due To Its Oil Reserves, Into A Very Poor One.

But I Wondered, How Would I Feel About Killing Someone? Now I Know. It’s No Big Deal.

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.

I Am Not A Fan Of Politics.

When You’re Working With Army And Marine Corps Units, You Immediately Notice A Difference. The Army Is Pretty Tough, But Their Performance Can Depend On The Individual Unit. Some Are Excellent, Filled With Hoorah And First-class Warriors. A Few Are Absolutely Horrible; Most Are Somewhere In Between. In My Experience, Marines Are Gung Ho No Matter What. They Will All Fight To The Death. Every One Of Them Just Wants To Get Out There And Kill. They Are Bad-ass, Hard-charging Mothers.