In The End, My Story, In Iraq

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.

But In That Backroom Or Whatever It Is When God Confronts Me With My Sins, I Do Not Believe Any Of The Kills I Had During The War Will Be Among Them. Everyone I Shot Was Evil. I Had Good Cause On Every Shot. They All Deserved To Die.

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

You're Not Just Going Out There, Maybe Sacrificing Your Own Life. There's Also Sacrifices Still Going On At Home. You Can Serve In The Military And Have A Good Marriage, But You Just Need To Be Aware Of It So You Can Take Those Steps To Take Care Of It.

The Navy Credits Me With More Kills As A Sniper Than Any Other American Service Member, Past Or Present.