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For a Kurd from Kurdistan, Iraq Freedom much more than a word

by Guest Blogger Zamawang Almemar, Air Force Contractor.

Zamawang Almemar stands next to a Bradley, what used to be her biggest fear, at Fort Carson, Colorado.

Zamawang Almemar stands next to a Bradley, what used to be her biggest fear, at Fort Carson, Colorado.

He kissed me on my forehead and said, “I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, but I have to go and fight for our freedom.” It was at that moment when I realized the true meaning of the word ‘freedom’, the reason for all the bloodshed, and why I may never see my brother again.

 The year was 1991, when the Kurdish uprising was taking place. It was the year when every Kurd from Kurdistan, northern Iraq, was fighting for his freedom against a regime that did not think twice about slaughtering its own people. Under Saddam Hussein’s regime, enlisting in the military was not a voluntary act, it was mandatory, and those who refused were hanged. During his rule, hundreds of thousands of Kurdish people were murdered, tortured, and chemically bombed. Being tired of his regime, the Kurds took to the mountains–the only friends they knew had their backs–to stand up and fight for their independence.Prior to the Kurdish uprising, and while our cities were being bombed by Saddam, my family and I sought refuge for days under a tree on the side of the road leading to the eastern border, along with thousands of other Kurds who were fleeing their homes. As I lay there on the ground, cold and barely holding on to life, with the only thing separating me from the soaked grass being a wet tarp, there was only one thing that kept me alive, Hope. Hope that someday Saddam would be gone and we would be free. Hope that my brother would come back and for us to live like a ‘normal’ family with no fear.

It was the year 1996 and the regime had announced a leave-or-die decree for those Kurds working with their American counter-parts. Upon his return from fighting a war, my brother started working with an American humanitarian organization that later helped us escape the tyranny of the regime. Arriving in Guam in 1997, there was only one place to relocate the many Kurds facing the atrocities of the regime, and that was Andersen Air Force Base, home of the 36th Wing. That was my first up-close and personal introduction to the American uniform. With the Soldiers smiling back at me, while the only English phrase I knew to communicate back to them was ‘Thank You!’ I knew that someday I would have much more interactions with the uniform.

It was then when I began to understand what it is that makes the United States of America one of the most powerful nations in the world. It is not the millions of people that mutually coexist despite their cultural differences; it is the strength of the American military, and the resilience of the American Soldier. Enlisting voluntarily in the military, the American Soldier stands ready to sacrifice his life in the name of freedom. And for someone who knows the meaning of that term all too well, knows that is no small price to pay.  

The strength of the American military especially became evident to me while I was volunteering at Fort Carson – Colorado Springs, Colorado for a few years, the place where we first touched down onto American soil after leaving Guam and received warm welcome from the Soldiers. Today, walking around the corridors of the Pentagon, one of the most powerful institutions, in my opinion, I get overwhelmed with the strength of the American military. There is an unbreakable bond between all the branches of the military, which extends to building relationships with war-torn countries such as Iraq.

Having mastered the English language, there is still only one phrase that comes to mind that captures my sense of gratitude towards the military for saving my country and for saving its people from the most violent criminal, and that is ‘Thank You!’

As we celebrate Independence Day with friends and family, let us not forget the Soldiers in and out of uniform, serving at home or overseas. Let us also celebrate the lives of those Soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice, while protecting their country and feeing another. No matter what corner of the Globe we come from, we are all fighting for the same cause, Freedom. And if each of us takes on a responsibility and plays the role of a counter-terrorist, I’m certain that in time we can win this war against terrorism and allow more countries to get a taste of freedom.

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  2. Osamas Pajamas says

    A haunting story, this is. My wife was born in what I call “Kaboomistan,” east of the Levant, and she and her relatives have stories to tell that would make your hair stand straight up. She lost two cousins over there — one in the American army fell to a sniper in Iraq and the other was an early fighter in from Peshawar operating against the Russians, and got torn up by an RPG in Afghanistan, before the American invasion.

    I’ve tried to explain to my kids that “ideas have consequences” and that “ideas rule the world.” A world in which human rights are recognized, respected, and exercised — is not a world at war. It is a regime of freedom.

    But human rights are a limitation to the power of dictatorships — they who wage war on their fellow countrymen — and on their neighbors, as well. You can’t fight a war without weapons and the power to kidnap and order men into battle — and dictatorships possess these advantages over peaceful, free nations.

    So to what “human rights” do I refer?

    I speak of the unalienable and perfectly-natural and universally-valid human rights of life, liberty, private property, and the pursuit of personal happiness.

    A slave is owned by someone other than himself — but a free man owns himself.

    The first article of private property is “the self” — and all other rights are derivatives of and flow from these cardinal rights.

    These rights —- The Rights of Man —- are the gift of nature or of nature’s god —- and they belong to all human beings, everywhere.

    Clearly, no dictatorship can tolerate these human rights — and wage war at the same time.

    Want peace? Crush dictatorships wherever encountered by whatever means it takes — and honor individual liberty and the human rights which flourish under the regime of limited, constitutional government.