Savage, despicable evil. That's what we were fighting in Iraq. That's why a lot of people, myself included, called the enemy 'savages.' There really was no other way to describe what we encountered there.

Maybe war isn’t really fun, but I certainly was enjoying it.

I don't know if I'm the best of the best. But I did know that if I quit, I wouldn't be.

I'm just trying to be the me that I am and not all of this other crap. I just want to be the family man, and if somehow I can make the money to get my ranch and get the hell away from everybody else, that would be awesome.

I'm just trying to get back to normal life.

War is hell. Hollywood fantasizes about it and makes it look good... war sucks.

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.