I Would Love For People To Be

It's Not A Problem Taking Out Someone Who Wants Your People Dead. That's Not A Problem At All.

People Tell Me I Saved Hundreds And Hundreds Of People. But I Have To Tell You: It’s Not The People You Saved That You Remember. It’s The Ones You Couldn’t Save. Those Are The Ones You Talk About. Those Are The Faces And Situations That Stay With You Forever.

I Really Don't Care What People Think Of Me.

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.

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.