I risked my life for the U.S. Army in Iraq. But when I came here, I was nearly sent back.

[Yo_Mama_Been_Loggin]

I started working with the U.S. Army, Bravo Company 1st Battalion, 187th Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault) in Baghdad on March 1, 2003. I joined because of my complete faith that the United States had come to Iraq to give us our freedom and dignity back and remove injustice.

Despite my decade of service to the United States, when I finally got my visa and arrived in New York late last month, I was detained for more than 18 hours at the airport because of the ban President Trump ordered on travel from Iraq and six other mostly Muslim nations. This was not the America I knew. Maybe the ban is not really reflective of America: It has been blocked by the courts so far, including a federal appeals court ruling Thursday night, so that it cannot take effect while it’s being challenged.

When I was first detained, I was disappointed and surprised. But when I was released, my faith was again restored. I was moved by the crowds of people who came to welcome me. And I’m so glad that I have come to live here with my wife and our three children.

I spent about a decade working for the U.S. government in Iraq, as an Army interpreter, an engineer with the Army Corps of Engineers and for the State Department at the U.S. Consulate in Irbil. I helped Americans protect Iraqis from al-Qaeda terrorists, provide water and electricity, train local police and renovate utilities, roads, bridges, schools, libraries, clinics and hospitals. When I was with my Army colleagues, we were brothers in arms. We lived together, ate together and looked out for each other. They treated me like a soldier alongside them, and we were all one unit. I still have a very strong relationship with them.

In 2005 in Baghdad, two of my Iraqi colleagues were tracked and killed by terrorists. I was also ambushed, but got away. The same terrorists tried to track me a second time. They knew my home address, and I expected them to attack any moment. I lived very carefully. The day that they came to my house, I ran away before they showed up. The next day, my family and I moved to another city. But after a year and a half, the terrorists found me again. They were looking for me in a public marketplace, and I was warned by neighbors to leave. We moved again, but we knew we would not be safe forever. So I decided to try to move us to the United States.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/posteverything/wp/2017/02/10/i-worked-for-the-u-s-army-in-iraq-but-when-i-landed-in-america-i-was-detained/?postshare=8921486739428502&tid=ss_tw&utm_term=.73123c248d54

[DK504]

1. Such is the gratitude of the Orange Menace's

scope. He does every thing wrong and expects us to fall at his feet in wonder. His treatment of people, people that have been in danger for a decade and more for helping our soldiers is abominable and unforgivable. He has treated those that have made our lives better are nothing but non-peoples. This is unacceptable behavior from anyone, mush less the so called prez. He has shown more depths of perverted view of human beings.

[sheshe2]

2. A brave soldier.

One that the failure and chief ridicules and demoralizes. Mr. bone spurs is not fit to walk in his shadow.