American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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One day, those roses just went too far, tearing at my side. I decided
to take care of them once and for all: I picked up my lawnmower,
held it up about chest-high, and trimmed the mothers (the roses and
the trees) down.
“What! Are you kidding me” yelled Taya. “Are you trimming the
bushes with a lawnmower”
Hey, it worked. They never snagged me again.
I did do some genuinely goofy stuff. Having fun and making other
people smile and laugh has always been something I like to do. One
day, I saw our backyard neighbor through our kitchen window, so I
stood on a chair and knocked on the window to get her attention. I
proceeded to moon her. (Her husband happened to be a Navy pilot, so
I’m sure she was familiar with such things.)
Taya rolled her eyes. She was amused, I think, though she
wouldn’t admit it.
“Who does that” she said to me.
“She laughed, didn’t she” I said.
“You are thirty years old,” she said. “Who does that”
There’s a side of me that loves to pull pranks on people, to get
them to laugh. You can’t just do regular stuff—I want them to have a
good time. Belly laughs. The more extreme the better. April Fools’ Day
is a particularly tough time for my family and friends, though more because
of Taya’s pranks than my own. I guess we both like to have a
good laugh.
On the darker side, I was extremely hot-headed. I have always had a
temper, even before becoming a SEAL. But it was more explosive now.
If someone cut me off—not a very rare occurrence in California—I