Of the many things Stephanie Okrepkie left behind in the predawn rush to flee from the Tubbs fire in Santa Rosa, a cherished dog tag that her father, Sgt. 1st Class Michael Ottolini, wore when he died serving in Iraq 13 years ago hurt the most.
With just minutes to flee from her Coffey Park home, Okrepkie, 41, grabbed her toddler son, Tillman, while her husband, Jeff, 38, took their two dogs, some photo albums and a duffle bag of clothes in a separate car as flames rampaged through the neighborhood.
Arriving at her brother Darrell Ottolini’s house in the Forestville area about 2 a.m. Oct. 9, Stephanie quickly realized the memorabilia of her father that she had left behind: along with mementos of happier times, the dog tag and the carefully folded U.S. flag given to her at his funeral.
“My heart just dropped to my stomach,” Stephanie recalled. “I don’t have anything. I have nothing to hold onto.”
The Okrepkies’ rented home in Coffey Park was among the more than 1,300 dwellings burned to the ground in the northwest Santa Rosa neighborhood. Inside were photos and uniforms of Michael Ottolini, who was killed in 2004 by a roadside bomb.
He was the third Sonoma County casualty following the U.S.-led invasion in March 2003.
“The look on her face was heartbreaking,” Jeff Okrepkie said. The couple, together for seven years, married in April.
But the story of profound loss changed almost magically when the dog tag, burned a dark reddish-brown with the lettering mostly obliterated, emerged like a Phoenix from the fire, thanks to Jeff and the help he got from a host of firefighters.
Ten days after the outbreak of the Tubbs fire, the most destructive in state history, Jeff got back into Coffey Park, driving in behind a Santa Rosa Fire Department ladder truck commanded by an old friend, Capt. Jon Aarsheim.
The crew of Ladder Truck 2 began helping Jeff sift the ashes of his house, focusing on the spot where the dog tag had been stored in a jewelry box atop a bedroom dresser. Firefighters from Rio Nido, who had retrieved the wedding ring of the wife of one of their own members, offered to help.
They were soon joined by a team led by Los Angeles Fire Battalion Chief Dean Zipperman, bringing to more than 20 the number of firefighters combing the ashes on Espresso Court.
“It was surreal,” said Jeff Okrepkie, who took photos of the firefighters, complete strangers, searching for small objects in a mass of destruction.
They found the dog tag, two commemorative coins, a bracelet and bronze plaque, all mementos of Michael Ottolini’s sacrifice for his country. The most remarkable find, however, was the cloth remnants of the American flag presented to Stephanie at her father’s funeral with full military honors at Pleasant Hills Memorial Park in Sebastopol.
It was a scorched black mass, not readily identifiable as a flag, discovered as the men searched the spot where it had been stored in a triangular box atop a china hutch in the dining room.
Stephanie wept when her husband came back with the scorched and charred remembrances of her father, a hay truck driver who attended El Molino High School in Forestville, where he met her mother, Sharon. Michael Ottolini spent 27 years in the same Santa Rosa-based Army National Guard unit in which his father, World War II veteran Daniel Ottolini, had served.