TACOMA, Washington — "Please, help me," said the soft-spoken caller to the 911 dispatcher. "My daddy killed me with a knife and I'm gone. ... Can you please send the Army men or the ambulance?" The caller gave an address — the wrong address — and hung up. Police and paramedics were sent rushing to help. A second dispatcher, Kristine Woodrow, then phoned the caller back and reached 8-year-old Anthony Sukto, who calmly described the attack despite his severe wounds. A transcript of the calls was released Wednesday, two days after the boy's father, Tony Sukto, 36, pleaded innocent to the first-degree murder of his wife, Pranee Sukto, 39, and attempted first-degree murder of his son on Oct. 22. "What's going on there?" asked Woodrow, 31, who has three preschoolers at home. "My daddy killed me with a butcher knife," Anthony said in the 4 a.m. call, his voice composed. "How did that happen if you are talking to me?" Woodrow asked. "Because," Anthony answered. "I don't know what happened, but something. He grabbed knives. I woke up. My dad, he was killing my mom and then my, my, my dad told me to go onto the other bed and then he's like, 'You're next,' and then he killed me. "I'm still alive. I kind of survived." At first, Woodrow, a dispatcher at the Law Enforcement Support Agency here for more than eight years, wasn't sure what was going on. "He was extremely calm," she recalled Wednesday. "It didn't feel real. It wasn't a typical response from someone who had just witnessed what he witnessed or had just been attacked." She asked how old he was. "Eight," he said, his voice suddenly more childlike. "Can you hurry?" "We're on the way," Woodrow said. It still wasn't clear where he was calling from. When he called in, the computer offered a suburban street and house number that didn't match. Dispatchers consulted maps as firefighters and police hurried to a wrong address. They tried another, also wrong. "We weren't finding him at any address that made sense," Woodrow recalled. "Units were scrambling all over the place." She tried to keep the child on the phone. "Are you bleeding, Anthony?" she asked. "Uh huh," he answered. "Where are you bleeding from?" "From my stomach," the boy said, pain in his voice. "Are you there by yourself?" Woodrow asked. "No. My mom is already dead and I am the only survivor," Anthony said. His mother had been stabbed 10 times. He told Woodrow his house was white. He said he lived on Forest Street. He answered questions about his father and his dad's red Toyota. "Please hurry," he said. Four minutes into the call, he turned abrupt. "Oh, my gosh," he said. "What?" Woodrow asked. "I have to go," Anthony said. "Bye." And he was gone. Woodrow called back but got no answer. At 4:17 a.m., Tony Sukto flagged down a fire truck sent to the area. He was standing in the front yard of the family home. Minutes later, police took him into custody. Anthony is recovering from surgery to repair his lacerated liver at Mary Bridge Children's Hospital and Health Center. Woodrow hopes to visit. "I want to tell him how amazing he is," she said. "I don't think he knows that." SOURCE: FOXNEWS.COM I don't know what to really say about this. The idea that a person could kill another is so foreign to me. Sure I have been mad, wanted to hurt some one maybe, but not kill a person. I have been known to say in the past if someone hurt my family, violated their bodys... i would hunt them down and kill them, but when it comes down to it I dont know if I could go through with it. I would just have to turn them in to law enforcement and let them deal with it. Now when it comes to this guy, kills his wife and then turns to kill his son, I... I can't even begin to express my disgust with this action. He is supposed to be the provider and protector of his family. NOT someone that causes harm. What kind of world is this where this can happen? I know that this kind of thing has been happening since people have livedon earth, but it seems this kind of thing has been in the news a lot lately. Men killing their wives to run away with other women, to hide from their lies, not wanting to take responsibility for choices they make. Jerks! I hear these types of horrorific stories and I want to vomit. As a younger man I would have felt strongly about this as I do now, but as a Husband, Father, and Sailor (protector of freedom and all that) I have a physical response to these needless acts of violence. Gut wrenching urges to vomit. I know this is graphic, and I am sorry for that. I guess all I am getting at at this point in my rambelings here is there is enough madness and insanity in this world caused by people out side of our "safe homes" that we need to be careful not to bring the violence to our familys.

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