To Mike
"the brass sent you over there to turn me into some poster boy for their war? tell them the days that I take orders from the us military or the government, are over, done. you know what I really need? I need the last eight years back, where I get to take care of my wife and kids, where I don't get asked to go over there and fight their war, or i'm not taken prisoner, not left out there to rot, never tortured, none of it, can you do that for me? or is it too much to ask? there's the door, uncle mike."
to the son
"there are some times when you have to stand up for yourself and what you believe in, I wish you hadn't seen what you saw today, but you did, and i'm sorry."
to the media
"they want you to lose faith, lose faith in your country, which they say is the devil, in your brother marines, who they say aren't coming for you because you have no military value, in your wife, who they say has got her arms wrapped around someone else."
to the daughter
"now i'm back, now all those things that kept me going, they've gone, all the people have moved on, things have changed, and what's replaced it, doesn't make any sense to me, not yet, at least, i'm kind of struggling for things to hold on to."
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