Savage, Despicable Evil. That's What We Were

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.

You Have To Slow Your Heart Rate, Stay Calm. You Have To Shoot In Between Your Heartbeats.

If You Hate The War, That’s Fine. But You Should Still Support The Troops. They Don’t Get To Pick Where They’re Deployed. They Just Gave The American People A Blank Check For Anything Up To And Including The Value Of Their Lives, And The Least Everyone Else Can Do Is Be Thankful. Buy Them Dinner. Mow Their Yard. Bake Them Cookies.

Other People Are Talking About Writing Books About My Life, Or About Some Of The Things I've Done. I Find It Strange, But I Also Feel It's My Life And My Story, And I Guess I Better Be The One To Get It On Paper The Way It Actually Happened.

War Is Hell. Hollywood Fantasizes About It And Makes It Look Good... War Sucks.