Ever since I lost my legs, and my arms, in THE WAR, I've dreamt every night about holding a knife in my sweaty palm again. If I had just one knife, I swear I would KILL EVERYONE. EVERY. ONE. And that's why I wrote this book: to get the bad thoughts out of my head. In case you don't trust that I was in THE WAR, take a look at this scar. Yeah, yer not laughin now are ya, you young asshole.