'I've learned there's two types of people in Iraq: those who are very good, and those who are dead. I'm very good. I've lost 20 pounds, shaved my head, started smoking, my feet are half rotted off, and I 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 deep inside, and I try not to look there.' Dawg, you think that's too harsh?