Nurse of the International Freedom BattalionThe Kurdish soldiers were advancing toward Jarabulus in random order and Alessandra had been marching with them for the past two days, wearing baggy fatigues and carrying a heavy first aid backpack adorned with the Red Cross symbol, issued by the American army. They walked on the dirt road keeping at distance of about twenty meters from each other.
Kobane was about fifty kilometers away and everyone knew that was where the final battle would take place, at least as far as the southern border of the so-called Islamic State was concerned. Alessandra had refused to carry a rifle. As she’d repeatedly told her superiors she was there as a volunteer nurse, and even though she’d had no choice about wearing the YPG uniform, she would never -never- use a
