I Don't Know If I'm The Best

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.

None Of My Problems Come From The People I've Killed.

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

If You See Anyone From About Sixteen To Sixty-five And They’re Male, Shoot ’em. Kill Every Male You See.

But Real Life Doesn't Travel In A Perfect Straight Line; It Doesn't Necessarily Have That 'all Lived Happily Ever After' Bit. You Have To Work On Where You're Going.