Stories of a short, fat bastard.

Saw an article today about the Iraqi who helped her escape. He was in the hospital to visit his wife who worked there and happened to see her being beaten by a hooded man. He then walked six miles, risking capture or being shot by coalition forces thinking he was suicide bomber and told the marines where she was being held. He went into the hospital two more times to make maps and count the guards and such, risking death by torture if caught to give the marines the information they needed to go in and rescue her.