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.

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

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.

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

The joke was that President Bush only declared war when Starbucks was hit. You can mess with the U.N. all you want, but when you start interfering with the right to get caffeinated, someone has to pay.

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.

Decades of Saddam’s rule made what could have been a fairly rich country, due to its oil reserves, into a very poor one.