Chris Kyle Quotes

IT WAS MY DUTY TO SHOOT, AND I DON’T REGRET IT. THE woman was already dead. I was just making sure she didn’t take any Marines with her.

Meanwhile, the brass got huge promotions and congratulations for their part in the war. They got the glory. Bullshit glory. Bullshit glory for a war they didn’t fight and the cowardly stance they took. Their cowardice ended lives we could have saved if they would have let us do our jobs.

My country sent me out there so that bullshit wouldn’t make its way back to our shores.

Please don't tell my momma I died in pain, he muttered.... He died right then. He didn't even live long enough to hear my lies about how everything was going to be okay

you don’t know what to expect. No one does. Not really — not in real life.

It’s true that it can be difficult to sort out civilians from insurgents in certain situations, but here the bad guys made it easy for us.

Helping each other out, that's America.

They were already halfway to Paradise, in their minds at least.

(One note about the body armor — Navy-issued body armor has been known to fall apart. In light of that fact, my wife’s parents very generously bought me some Dragon Skin armor after my third deployment. It’s super-heavy, but it’s extremely good armor, the best you can get.)

I signed up to protect this country. I do not choose the wars. It happens that I love to fight. But I do not choose which battles I go to. Y’all send me to them.

The new Iraqi army had a camp nearby. Those idiots took it in their head to send a few shots our way as well. Every day. We hung a VF panel over our position — an indicator showing we were friendly — and the shots kept coming. We radioed their command. The shots kept coming. We called back and cussed out their command. The shots kept coming. We tried everything to get them to stop, short of calling in a bomb strike.

I don't know how high I went, I don't wanna know. Heights are not my favorite thing. It makes my balls go in my throat just thinking about it.

Isn’t religion supposed to teach tolerance?

The first time Chris came home, he was really disgusted with everything. With America, especially. In the car on the way back to our house, we listened to the radio. People weren’t talking about the war; life went on as if nothing was happening in Iraq. “People are talking about bullshit,” he said. “We’re fighting for the country, and no one gives a shit.

Everyone talks about there being no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, but they seem to be referring to completed nuclear bombs, not the many deadly chemical weapons or precursors that Saddam had stockpiled. Maybe the reason is that the writing on the barrels showed that the chemicals came from France and Germany, our supposed Western allies. The thing I always wonder about is how much Saddam was able to hide before we actually invaded. We’d given so much warning before we came in, that he surely had time to move and bury tons of material. Where it went, where it will turn up, what it will poison — I think those are pretty good questions that have never been answered.