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.

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

I am a much better father and husband than I ever was a sniper.

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

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.

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

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.