Maybe War Isn’t Really Fun, But I

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.

Im Not A Redneck, Im From Texas.

I’ve Lived The Literal Meaning Of The ‘land Of The Free’ And ‘home Of The Brave.’ It’s Not Corny For Me. I Feel It In My Heart. I Feel It In My Chest. Even At A Ball Game, When Someone Talks During The Anthem Or Doesn’t Take Off His Hat, It Pisses Me Off. I’m Not One To Be Quiet About It, Either.

The Rules Are Drawn Up By Lawyers Who Are Trying To Protect The Admirals And Generals From The Politicians; They’re Not Written By People Who Are Worried About The Guys On The Ground Getting Shot.

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.