So you do know who I am, and I assume you know what I did... What happened to my men, the ones that I lead to their deaths. You know it's one thing to see your brothers in arms die in front of your eyes. It's a whole 'nother feeling to be met by their mothers, wives, and their kids, who blame you for them not coming home. You know one of their wives came up to me, grabbed me by my shirt, and said "You mother fucker, you killed my husband" That his blood was on my hands. So look lady, whatever you want from me... I'm not your guy.