I finally been able to find out if he is dead or alive. I have thought about that day almost every week.

And talked about him plenty, here and everywhere. I didn't have a full name. Just his first name , location that day and his face. I remembered by face, eyes and voice.

It took years to actually find who he was. Years of asking the wrong and the right people for information and favors. More than a decade..

And I was right. He is gone. He died during service. The soldier who stood between me and his friends to hide me from them.

Today I was told he died a year after that event, in battle.

And he has one brother left alive.

I am going to try and meet him to tell him my story.

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Miram · 31-35, F

It is funny how my mind works.

I sometimes remember that day like photographs, not always a moving memory.

Photographs and sounds.

The sight of boots, the mud, the rain, the color of the truck, the wires sticking out of the wall and the blue plastic bag stuck in a tree, everything wet and dirty.

Male voices, Arabic words and names.

I do remember the smell of smoke too.

His eyes again looking into mine when I thought he is going to drag me out, but he turned around and hid me from them.

Microseconds. That's all it took for him to decide to do the right thing. And it was all the opportunity he got anyways..and then waiting to leave last.

caccoon · 36-40

@Miram he truly did do the right thing. You're a miraculous human being who has done so much good 💙