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If You See Anyone From About Sixteen To Sixty-five And They’re Male, Shoot ’em. Kill Every Male You See.

One Was To Be A Cowboy And Another Was To Be In The Military. I Grew Up Extremely Patriotic And Riding Horses.

When You’re Working With Army And Marine Corps Units, You Immediately Notice A Difference. The Army Is Pretty Tough, But Their Performance Can Depend On The Individual Unit. Some Are Excellent, Filled With Hoorah And First-class Warriors. A Few Are Absolutely Horrible; Most Are Somewhere In Between. In My Experience, Marines Are Gung Ho No Matter What. They Will All Fight To The Death. Every One Of Them Just Wants To Get Out There And Kill. They Are Bad-ass, Hard-charging Mothers.

But In That Backroom Or Whatever It Is When God Confronts Me With My Sins, I Do Not Believe Any Of The Kills I Had During The War Will Be Among Them. Everyone I Shot Was Evil. I Had Good Cause On Every Shot. They All Deserved To Die.

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.