‘If your enemy is hungry …’

BAGHUZ, Syria—Bullets flew by our faces and smacked into the ground around us. Snipers were shooting at us from the tent-and-truck city that was Baghuz, the last physical stronghold of Islamic State (ISIS). Below us, in a smoke-and-dust-shrouded valley at a bend in the Euphrates River, was the distillation of the most hard-core living ISIS members.

The battle being fought out in this little corner of the Syrian desert began when ISIS militants, with their families, had retreated from Mosul, Iraq, pushed out by the Iraqi army and coalition forces, to Raqqa, Syria, the last capital of the ISIS caliphate. From there, Syrian Democratic Forces (SDF) had taken over the offensive and, with the help of air and artillery support of the coalition, had pushed them out to Deir Ezzor. The fight had continued, and the last remnants of ISIS were steadily pushed back along the east side of the Euphrates to Baghuz on the Iraq-Syria border.

Now, the thousands of people remaining were compressed into a dense collection of trucks and tents. We could see bunkers under many of the trucks and what looked like tunnel entrances. An ISIS woman from Norway who had fled earlier told us that there were more than 30,000 people packed into this last small space and each person had only a 3-by-6-foot space to live in. “It is a horrible, dirty, starving, stinking place of constant maiming and death,” she said.

In the middle of the tent-and-truck city were numerous buildings, and these were the strong points that anchored the defense of Baghuz. Across the Euphrates to the west is Syrian President Bashar al-Assad’s area, and any ISIS militant who tried to escape across the river that way was killed. On the east side of the enclave is a wall of cliffs and bluffs that the SDF controlled and from which they poured fire down at ISIS—this was where we were. Under the cliffs more ISIS fighters, families, and vehicles hid, right underneath us. Men sometimes came out to shoot at us, while others came out with no weapons to collect water from a ditch nearby.

From the tent-and-truck city, 800 meters from our position, came constant sniper fire, and from the cliffs below us came intermittent fire from ISIS fighters who were nearer. They also tried numerous times to infiltrate through gaps in the cliff bands, with some getting as close as 70 yards before the SDF stopped them. Sometimes ISIS machine guns started firing from different locations in the valley and raked our position.

As I looked at this scene, suddenly a wire-guided rocket rose out of the valley and flew toward us, climbing and oscillating as it bore in on us. I could see the long, silver body and fins as it flew by me and turned my head to track it as it exploded into a position 20 yards to my right and behind me.

I jumped up and ran to help and saw that seven men had been hit. One of them was Zau Seng, our Kachin Free Burma Rangers (FBR) cameraman. I asked him, “Are you OK Zau?”

He said, “Sir, I am OK but not OK, a little bit hit. OK, I keep filming.”

Medics Eliya and Joseph and I began to treat the severely wounded, including three men with head injuries and two with severed arteries. The medics managed to keep all of the wounded alive and the SDF evacuated them from the front line in their pickups. After they left, Zau came up and said, “Sir, my wound, it is a little bit spicy.” Joseph and Eliya treated Zau for his leg wound, which turned out to be minor, and our team rejoined the SDF at the front.

Right away, we came under accurate machine gun fire to our front. At the same time, an ISIS element attacked us from less than 100 meters on our left flank. We returned fire and stopped the immediate attack. Over the next three days at this position, 14 from the SDF were wounded and two were killed. Our team treated all of them the best we could, and we alternated between helping the SDF at this front-line position and caring for ISIS families as they escaped into the desert northeast and behind us—and this would prove to be where our main mission was.

The ISIS idea is based on a hate-filled and violent faith combined with a prejudice to anything that is not it.

From Feb. 1 to March 9 on this mission, we lived in the desert, with our tents and supplies clustered inside a dirt berm dug in circle by an SDF backhoe. Several kilometers away from the city of Baghuz, we were close to the internally displaced persons (IDP) collection sites, and as the SDF checked all those who had left the fighting, we provided physical help and prayed with those we could. We also spent time on the front with the SDF, treating their wounded and helping them, but our main work was with the thousands of IDPs fleeing or being evacuated from the fighting.

Our friends in Kurdistan had enabled us to come and help in this, our eighth mission to Syria since 2016. During this time, with the help of the SDF and FBR supporters, we fed more than 25,000 people and treated more than 4,000 wounded, who came to these IDP collection points.

We provided medical care, food, water, baby formula, diapers, blankets, and shelter. At the end of the mission, we left the SDF enough food and water for 7,000 more people that we estimated were still left in Baghuz. From the beginning of February to the middle of March, more than 30,000 people fled this last ISIS stronghold. We had been told on the first day we arrived, in February, that there were only 3,000 people left in the stronghold and that the battle would be over in three days.

More than six weeks later, the battle for Baghuz has just ended, but ISIS lives on in scattered desert positions, in villages and in ambush sites in Syria and Iraq. There are still an estimated 20,000 to 30,000 ISIS members left in these two countries. ISIS lives in the minds of many who still believe the ISIS creed is the ultimate way to serve their god. The ISIS idea is based on a hate-filled and violent faith combined with a prejudice to anything that is not it. It gains strength from and takes advantage of the real injustices people live under. It is brutal and aggressive, thriving in the harsh desert.

Except for some Yazidi captives and other hostages who were now free, the people we helped were ISIS people and by now only the most hard-core were left, including many foreign families. An ISIS woman from Tunisia dressed entirely in black with eye slits in her burqa came to our food line, telling us boldly, “We are right, god is testing us. We will win.” When pushed on her ideas, she asserted the ISIS right to enslave Yazidi women, saying, “They deserve it and our men can use them.” She also said she had watched the executions in Raqqa and thought they were right.

More than one woman raised her fist to try to strike my daughters as they handed out diapers and baby formula. “You are all dirty [obscenities] infidels and may you rot in hell,” a woman screamed at us.

Suicide vests were found on some of the women as they fled, as was a grenade that a man tried to hide as he came near. None of us were injured, but many of the SDF have died when women and men exploded themselves in their midst.

The press of angry people, the cry of children, the moaning of the wounded, the cold and calculating look of the ISIS men as they sat separated in rows on the ground, guarded by wary SDF troops, the constant threat of attack—all this made it easy for me to hate these people.

Many of the SDF troops showed mercy and care. “We have to live with these people when this is over. We want a new way for Syria,” they said.

Still, many of the SDF troops showed mercy and care. “We have to live with these people when this is over. We want a new way for Syria,” they said. They surprised and inspired me, setting an example for all of us.

I asked myself, “Can love win?”

We tried to give love to all the ISIS who came to us, but of the foreign women who could speak English, only one out of 10 were remorseful and sorry they had joined ISIS. The overwhelming majority looked at us with contempt and hate.

Theirs wasn’t the only contempt we experienced. One day, as we were loading ISIS families into trucks that would take them to a refugee camp, a U.S. soldier approached Jason, one of our FBR medics, and asked, “What does it feel like to be a Sherpa for ISIS?”

I thought about that question and the answer came to me: While we were still God’s enemies, God sent Jesus to carry our burdens. We have been given second chances. With His help can’t we do the same? And aren’t we called to do the same?

I believe that in order to stop the evil actions of ISIS we must fight them. But in order to stop the idea of ISIS we must also respond in love. The evil of ISIS is not abstract for me: I was shot once and wounded three other times by ISIS in the battle of Mosul. Thirty of my Iraqi and Kurdish friends died around me. My close friend and interpreter, Shaheen, was shot and killed. Suicide bombers tried to kill my wife, children, and our teammates as they handed out food and water. I have seen many children killed by ISIS right in front of me. I have been attacked by and fought ISIS in trenches, tunnels, and house to house. I have killed ISIS soldiers as they tried to kill us.

I have felt the hate of—and also felt hate for—ISIS. But I have also felt the forgiveness of Jesus and the healing of my heart. I have learned that justice is only attainable by love and that revenge destroys us. We need to stand against ISIS and use force to defeat that evil—but that will not kill the idea. Only love will, and I believe only the supernatural power of Jesus can enable me to have that love.

Each day at the Baghuz front I asked Jesus to forgive me when I began to lose my temper and hate the ISIS people. I asked for Jesus to give me love. Every day I felt a new love and patience that I knew were from God.

I believe that in order to stop the evil actions of ISIS we must fight them. But in order to stop the idea of ISIS we must also respond in love.

The last day we were there, a group of ISIS men were captured and brought to the holding area. They looked angry, scared, and dangerous. They watched us with calculating and hard eyes.

They had not had water for more than a day and had had no food for a long time. They were thirsty and starving. I radioed over to our team position about 400 yards away: “Bring food and water for about 60 people here, please.”

Miles and Suuzanne drove up with the supplies and began to hand them out. The ISIS fighters were shocked and horrified that an American woman was giving them help. They were ashamed and bowed their heads and covered their eyes. Yet they all reached one hand up for the food and water. They were desperate for sustenance but dismayed at the source of help. Earlier that day in our devotions we had read Proverbs 25:21-22: “If your enemy is hungry, give him bread to eat, and if he is thirsty, give him water to drink, for you will heap burning coals on his head. …”

Here I understood what this meant. Here was food and water, mercy and love to those who had made themselves our enemies. That love offered an opportunity for change. It is their choice.

We left in peace and with love in our hearts. For us, because of God, love wins.