Back in 2009 while serving in Iraq I met a man named Ali. He was working on the US Base in which I was stationed at over in Baghdad. He had already been there since 2004 and helped our coalition forces alongside the Americans as well. I remember just being a lower enlisted joe and him not thinking much when I said I'd help get him back here. He was a loyal man and still is to me and this country today. The things that we know about one another can't be summed up in this description. I do know however all the generals and high ranking military personal used his kindness. He trusted many of them would help him get to America but when they left Iraq, Ali was a memory no longer a friend. He has a nephew named Mustafa who use to come onto the base and he always talked to us in Arabic thinking everyone understands. He was only about 3. I remember one day shortly before we left he said one day, I go swimming at your house. I still tell him one day as he understands it might be a long while for that time to come. I guess in short, I want to help this man and this young child. I've always felt the need to go back to Iraq because of them. Like I have something more I need to do. It's true, I need to get them here and know they are safe that they are ok. Meanwhile in order for this to work, I'll more then likely have to travel to and from Iraq a couple times to truly get the ball rolling. So here I am asking, to help fulfil a promise many left behind. To a man who helped countless men and women of our armed forces.