In early August, the Yazidi diaspora in the United States and Europe began to receive hundreds of calls from terrified calls from back home, around Mount Sinjar. Desperate relatives were ringing in droves, asking for help, guidance, or just to be on the phone with their loved ones as death approached (one of my fellow Yazidis in Houston had to field just such a call).
The reason for their terror soon became clear. Isis were approaching from all four directions around the besieged rock of Sinjar. People were retreating in a desperate melee, people hopping on every wheeled vehicle their could operate, from dump trucks to small cars, front loaders to old backyard stalled cars.