The Navy credits me with more kills as a sniper than any other American service member, past or present.

I’ve lived the literal meaning of the ‘land of the free’ and ‘home of the brave.’ It’s not corny for me. I feel it in my heart. I feel it in my chest. Even at a ball game, when someone talks during the anthem or doesn’t take off his hat, it pisses me off. I’m not one to be quiet about it, either.

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.

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

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

None of my problems come from the people I've killed.

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