The Navy Credits Me With More Kills

I'm Just Trying To Get Back To Normal Life.

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.

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.

In The End, My Story, In Iraq And Afterward, Is About More Than Just Killing People Or Even Fighting For My Country. It's About Being A Man. And It's About Love As Well As Hate.

I Thought I Should Be Stronger Than Was Possible.