We are, in defiance of modern convention, raising our children to be cognizant of history, the sacrifices of those who came before, and to love their country. I both hope and fear that they will be moved to serve in the armed forces some day (particularly Daughter who is Leadership Material), and if they do, I seriously hope I never, ever, never, no way, not kidding, ain’t happening, can’t handle it, nope, not never getting a phone call like this one:
Stephen Phillips and other soldiers in his Army MP company were battling insurgents when his phone was pressed against his Humvee. It redialed and called his parents in the small Oregon town of Otis.
Sandie Petee, Phillips’ mother, and her husband, Jeff Petee, weren’t home at the time of the call. They returned home to find a three-minute voice mail on their answering machine.
They heard shooting, swearing and shouted pleas for more ammunition on the phone call from their son.
“They were pinned down and apparently his barrel was overheating,” said Jeff Petee. “It’s something a parent really doesn’t want to hear. It’s a heck of a message to get from your son in Afghanistan.”
The three-minute call ended abruptly.
“You could hear him saying stuff like, he needs more ammo, or he needs another barrel,” said John Petee, Phillips’ brother. “At the end, you could hear a guy saying ‘Incoming! RPG!’ And then it cut off.”
Everyone’s fine. The son survived the attack and his parents survived the phone message.