I know that I'm already in the history books and that people are going to remember me as the prisoner of war and the fabricated stories, but you know, to me I was just another soldier over there doing my job.

The truth is always more heroic than the hype.

The nurses at the hospital tried to soothe me, and they even tried unsuccessfully at one point to return me to Americans.

I woke up and all I could see was Iraqis standing all around me, looking down upon me. I knew at that moment something terrible had happened and I wasn't in the right place.

I try to dream about peaceful things, beaches, that is what I cannot understand. Why are they chasing me?

I don't think any war is worth having our soldiers killed.

I could be, you know, the person that shows little kids that giving up isn't something that you should do.