have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for me and you curse me out. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that your Deaths, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don't want the truth because, deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. I use words like honor, code, loyalty. I use those words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a IDIOT who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a BRAIN and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
NOW EMAIL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!