His dad called him on the cell phone and got him.

I thought a year with him in Iraq was tough. There’s no words to describe it. It’s panic, it’s despair, it’s total fear.

One minute I think, ‘We’re just looking for his body.’ The next minute I’ve convinced myself well he’s taken off somewhere.

He went out to dinner Saturday night and played pool.

His buddy called his dad and said, ‘Come pick us up,’ or ‘We’ve had too much to drink’ and they were there within 10 minutes.

My mother’s intuition tells me he’s out there somewhere. We just need to find him.