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

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.

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 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.

It's not a problem taking out someone who wants your people dead. That's not a problem at all.

But real life doesn't travel in a perfect straight line; it doesn't necessarily have that 'all lived happily ever after' bit. You have to work on where you're going.