I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was born in Shawnee, Oklahoma.
This is going to sound weird, but when I was a kid my old man used to tell us that he was a Sioux Indian warrior in his former life. Native American culture was always big in my house - I don't know why.
There's a lot to learn from the family of a soldier as much as the soldier. Actually, 'warrior' is a better word.
As to war, I am and always was a great enemy, at the same time a warrior the greater part of my life and were I young again, should still be a warrior while ever this country should be invaded and I lived.
There is something of the warrior in me.
I grew up in a time when people believed in duty, honor and country. My grandfathers were both officers. My father was a General in the Air Force. My brother and I were both in the Army. I've always felt a kinship with soldiers; I think it's possible to support the warrior and be against the war.
There was a time when I thought I was doing a good thing with good guys for a good cause. Looking back, I think I really wanted to be a warrior.
I'm a warrior when it comes to pursuing roles.
When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?
I'm a 10th-generation Texan. My ancestor - Andrew Kent - fought at the Alamo.