I picked up his book "American Sniper" last night while I was in town. I got home late but couldn't resist opening it and had planned to only read a few pages then go to sleep. 270 some pages later my eyes finally crashed shut on me about 3 a.m. I can't wait to get home from work to finish the book and I cannot remember the last time I felt that away about anything printed on paper.
At work today I keep thinking how fortunate his children are to have his autobiography now that he is gone. Obviously we would prefer he was still here as those kids' father and the walking, talking embodiment of everything great about America. I know they are young but when they are ready, their father's story will be there waiting for them.
So many coyotes....so little time....