It was my duty to shoot the enemy, and I don't regret it. My regrets are for the people I couldn't save: Marines, soldiers, buddies. I'm not naive, and I don't romanticize war. The worst moments of my life have come as a SEAL. But I can stand before God with a clear conscience about doing my job.

None of my problems come from the people I've killed.

I would love for people to be able to think of me as a guy who stood up for what he believed in and helped make a difference for the vets.

In the end, my story, in Iraq and afterward, is about more than just killing people or even fighting for my country. It's about being a man. And it's about love as well as hate.

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.

Just because war is hell doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun.

But I wondered, how would I feel about killing someone? Now I know. It’s no big deal.