Round about May/June of 2003, I filed a FOIA request for the service records of Micah Ian Wright.

As you can see, despite sending a typewritten letter to the National Personel Records Center, this request was screwed up --note the name "Michalan Wright". (I'd have that letter for you here, but I had a total and complete computer meltdown in 2003 -- like the hard drive, the logic board, and the processors died, and my backup was corrupt.)

I fired off another FOIA request. I recieved a reply in October 2003. Unfortunately, I got this reply about the time my Sister-In-Law suddenly died (at the age of 37) and I do not know where I put that paper.

What I do remember is that the jist of the letter was "we don't have those records in our office and have forwarded them to this other office (because that's where they needed to go in the first place), and they'll be contacting you."

Well, needless to say, the other office never contacted me. Since it wasn't that important, because, hey, why would Micah lie about something that would give him this much of a shit-storm, I wasn't vigorous in pursuing the matter. I made a note to myself that if I hadn't heard from them by tax-time, to follow up on the matter at the end of May.

So, yes, I did try to persue the matter. But the NPRC fucked up twice on me.

My family (both sides) has a long history of military service, and I can honestly say that I am who I am today and enjoy the kind of life I lead because of the leg-up that the US Military gave to my Grandfather, Uncles, Father and Mother.

All I can say for certain is that I am incredibly upset and heartbroken by the whole thing. Right now, I honestly feel like a friend died. I got to know a very smart, articulate guy, who had served his country and was willing to stand up for what he believed in; he also wrote some of the funniest things I have ever read. And now that guy is gone forever. Actually, he never existed.