I Really Don't Care What People Think

I Really Don't Care What People Think Of Me. I've Got My Family. I've Got My Friends. Yes, I Have Been Trained To Be A Little More Aggressive If I Need To Be, But I Don't Go Around Thumping People.

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.

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.

After I Was Discharged From The Military, It Was Difficult Trying To Become A Civilian.

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.