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Lieutenant Nate Fick, One Bullet Away (Book)

Brad, Trombley, Espera

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Antonio “Poke” Espera. I really really loved his character. Here some hilarious and brilliant quotes.

“People have been fightin’ over this bitch since ancient times, dog. How many graves we standing on? Think about all the wisdom and science and money and civilization it took to build these machines; and the courage of all the men who came here; and the love of their wives and children that was in their hearts. And all that hate, dog. All the hate it took to blow these mother-fuckers away. It’s destiny, dog - white man’s gotta rule the world.”

“It makes my heart heavy to see the white race stoop as low as James’ mother has. At least if she was Mexican she’d be ashamed of herself.”

After Cpl. Gabe Garza said he lost his helmet. “What you wanna do, hold a funeral?”

“Fifty percent of Americans are obese dog. You know what obese means, right? Fat as a motherfucker. All these other countries, nobody’s fat. Think about this shit, dog. How does a motherfucker get fat? You gotta sit on the couch and do nothing but eat and watch TV all day. White trash, poor Mexicans and Blacks, all obese as motherfuckers. See, the white man has created a system with so much excess that even poor motherfuckers are fat.”

“See, that’s what this is all about, dog. The U.S. should just go into all these fucked up countries, Iraq, Africa, setup American government and infrastructure - McDonalds, Starbucks, MTV - Then just hand it all over. I mean, how else we gonna make these hungry motherfuckers want to stop killing everybody? Put a McDonalds on every fuckin’ corner. If we gotta blow up the corner, then build the McDonalds- so be it.”

“Na, na, na, na, Brad. You cannot say that you like Pocahontas. The genocide of my peoples turned into a cartoon musical with a singing raccoon. I mean, think about it, dog. The real story of Pocahontas is about a bunch of white boys who come to my land, bribe the corrupt Indian chief, kill off all the warriors and fuck the Indian princess silly. Would the white man make a story about Auschwitz? Where the inmate falls in love with the guard? And they go off singing love songs, with dancing swastikas?”

“You realize the shit that we’ve done here? The people we’ve killed? Back in the civilian world, dog, if we did this… we would go to prison.”

“Check it, bro. The men all sit around talking shit, the women are all working.”

“The priest told me it’s not a sin to kill if you don’t enjoy killing. My question is whether indifference is the same as enjoyment.”

“My wife, man, she’s smart, but she fucked up when she married me. I was a piece of shit. I remember the first time I met her she told me about all the books that she read. Dog, it hits me. There’s a whole world that I missed.”

“Hey, dog, listen to this. I’ve learned there are two types of people in Iraq: those who are very good and those who are dead. I’m very good. I’ve lost twenty pounds, shaved my head, started to smoking, my feet have half rotted off, and I’m move from filthy hole to filthy hole every night. I see dead children and people everywhere and function in a void of indifference. I keep you and our daughter locked away deep down inside, and I try not to look there. Dog, do you think that’s too harsh?”