Savage, Despicable Evil. That's What We Were

I Am A Much Better Father And Husband Than I Ever Was A Sniper.

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'm Just Trying To Be The Me That I Am And Not All Of This Other Crap. I Just Want To Be The Family Man, And If Somehow I Can Make The Money To Get My Ranch And Get The Hell Away From Everybody Else, That Would Be Awesome.

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

I Began Teaching My Son How To Shoot When He Was Two, Starting With The Basics Of A Bb Rifle. My Theory Is That Kids Get Into Trouble Because Of Curiosity—if You Don’t Satisfy It, You’re Asking For Big Problems. If You Inform Them And Carefully Instruct Them On Safety When They’re Young, You Avoid A Lot Of The Trouble. My Son Has Learned To Respect Weapons. I’ve Always Told Him, If You Want To Use A Gun, Come Get Me. There’s Nothing I Like Better Than Shooting.