Meet Sajad Nihad. Imagine you are looking into a little boy’s eyes and while you are separated by a generation, a culture, and a language, he’s clearly communicating to you, “Hey US soldier, I’m scared. But you’re all I’ve got". That is what happened today when I met Sajad. Kids usually smile when you give them a “Marhaba!” and tussle their hair. Sajad, wearing a wool hat and three shirts under his sweater to keep warm, clung close to his dad’s shoulders as his stringy legs limp from under use bounced with each of his father’s steps. Not up to...