" Ibrahim’s eyes darkened with an emotion Mark was unable to read. “I won’t leave you; no, my friend, it is not possible.” “Go,” Mark whispered again from between his parched lips. “Get your family to safety. I’m too weak.” “You will make it,” Ibrahim insisted. “I give you my strength. Shatha gives you her strength, too. We go as one. What is it you Americans say? No man left behind. I more American now than Iraqi. I not leave you behind. What you say—no way? I say no way I leave you.” Mark "

― Debbie Macomber , Sweet Tomorrows (Rose Harbor, #5)