Transcript for Never Coming Home, Day 2: Cory Mracek.

Pat Mracek: I'm Pat Mracek. I'm the mom of Sgt. Cory Ryan Mracek.

I watch the news a lot.

And the Saturday before this happened, they said that three from the 82^nd had been killed.

I was pretty much teary all day.

And so, on Tuesday I hadn't heard on the news that there was three more that were killed.

And I was working my second job at the nursing home.

And about that time the policeman walks in the door, and I just knew.

Actually a couple of the people from the nursing home offered to drive me home, but I just wanted to be alone.

'Cause in the back of my mind I kept thinking, "Maybe it's not so bad."

He just felt that that's what he had been trained for, and that's what he needed to do.

He was a soldier, and we really need to take care of these things.

'Cause he said that if we don't get 'em over there, they're gonna get us here. We need to stop it, and I need to help. … That's exactly what he thought.

We sat out in the living room one day, and I said, "I know you don't want to talk about this, but we need to."

He just said, "Oh, Mom. Nothing is gonna happen."

Just asked him if something did happen what he would want us to do. If there was any special songs or anything.

He just said he'd like to be buried at Arlington, and he didn't want the VFW guys there, he wanted his own Airborne guys to come.

That was it.

They had time. … They had those weapons to move 'em.

And gosh, they have so much sand over there. If they buried them in the sand and the sandstorm changed the scenery, they might not even know where they are at.

But I think they are going to find something. I believe they will.

And if they don't, sometimes you just need to believe that you're not going to see everything in life. You just need to believe sometimes.

'Cause we have a lot of very smart people in the United States, and they weren't all wrong.

I don't care if they found them or not, they are not all wrong.

And even that prison-abuse thing. I mean, my God they did things to him, but they didn't really abuse them, you know?

I wish my son had been at that prison, and he just had underwear over his head or whatever it was, 'cause he'd be coming home.

His things came home, and I … I should give them away, or do something with them, but I just keep thinking, he is going to come home someday and want them.

And he's not.