I have two sons serving in the Air Force. One is a technician. The other a pilot.
Yesterday, out of the blue, I received the following phone call: "Mr. Wolf, this is Sergeant Rios of the Air Force Rescue Coordination center. Your name is listed as the primary emergency contact-" In that moment, my whole world crashed to a halt and went black. "Dear God, no! My son's aircraft went down. Something happened to my son working on jets..." I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
Sergeant Rios went on- "You're listed as the emergency contact for aircraft 713. The ELT has been activated." Sergeant Rios waited. Then "Mr. Wolf?"
Forcing myself out of the blackness, I fumbled for paper & pen. 713. ELT. Not my son. Good. Wait- Did 713 go down? Gather facts now. Panic later. "Yes, 713 is one of ours, let me find out what happened. I'll call you back."
Fortunately, the aircraft was safe on the ground and the ELT (Emergency Locator Beacon) was inadvertently set off. But the call put me in shock nonetheless. All I heard was "Air Force" and "You are the primary emergency contact".
I knew what we signed up for when my sons joined the Air Force. Still, it was a stark reminder of how fragile and uncertain life is and it left me badly shaken. I'm grateful it was nothing more than than a false alarm.