My war gone by – I miss it so.

Not a day goes by that I do not think of my brothers and sisters, living and dead. I think of Achmed who was killed by Al Qaeda for “collaboration” with us as an interpreter. I think of Ali, his son who was wounded by the Fedayeen for the crimes of his father. I think of Achmed’s unborn child who died in the womb when his wife miscarried during the attack in which Ali was shot.