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

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.

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.

I'm a better husband and father than I was a killer.

I don't have to psych myself up, or do something special mentally - I look through the scope, get my target in the cross hairs, and kill my enemy, before he kills one of my people.

I thought I should be stronger than was possible.

You have to slow your heart rate, stay calm. You have to shoot in between your heartbeats.