The conflicts in the Middle East can seem daunting and given the tensions surrounding Muslim immigration, this topic is both critical and misunderstood. This subject is personal to me. As an American soldier in Iraq, one of my most vivid memories involved a modest act of sharing bread. During a routine foot patrol, my team decided to stop for a break on the front yard of a Iraqi civilian’s house. We had never been to that house before and I distinctly remember a woman kneading and cooking flat bread on a griddle outside. All of us were famished from the physical exertion of patrolling in 120 degree weather and we stared at the bread like a child at the sight of candy. The woman must have noticed our gaze because she smiled and offered each of us a piece of warm bread. It was one the most best things I have ever eaten. Instead of disdain, this woman treated a group of strangers with incredible hospitality.