To: Peter Dierks who wrote (317912 ) 1/2/2007 4:07:07 AM From: tejek Respond to of 1573994 A SEPARATE PEACE TO MOST OF THE WORLD Michael J. Crutchfield is just one of the anonymous 3,000, an obscure unknown who last week took his wretched place in the long line of the names of the dead. And nothing he said or did will have anybody remembering or mourning him, except for those very few who knew him for a time. His life wasn't noble. He came from a childhood so hellish that he refused to talk of it, refused even to reveal the age at which he entered foster case -- memories too painful and too raw to share even with those he allowed to get closest to him. But then there's close, and there's close, and Michael wasn't one to invite anyone into his most private thoughts. All that is really known is that he lived the life so common to foster kids, bouncing from placement to placement, knowing that no one really wanted him, that no one truly cared, that he was unworthy of love. And like most foster kids, he knew that there must be something wrong with him, to be so unwelcome in the world. So, like many others, he developed a shell of bravado, keeping his private pain and humiliation out of public view. And that, perhaps, is why he joined the army, where to be seen as strong is all. And that, perhaps, is why no one knew what was coming, two days before Christmas, as he sat on his bunk in Balad, Iraq. His death wasn't valiant, and the DOD announcement was terse and unadorned: The Department of Defense announced today the death of a soldier who was supporting Operation Iraqi Freedom. "Spc. Michael J. Crutchfield, 21, of Stockton, Calif., died Dec. 23 in Balad, Iraq, of a non-combat related injury. Crutchfield was assigned to the 3rd Battalion, 4th Air Defense Artillery Regiment, Fort Bragg, N.C. Crutchfield’s death is under investigation. For more information in regard to this release the media can contact the Fort Bragg public affairs office at (910) 303-0617. " And being an official announcement, there was no mention that in his next-to-last official act of life on earth, Michael wrote an email to his foster-brother in California. "As you know, there are more people waiting for me to pull this trigger than there are waiting on my return to the states. I'm done hurting. All my life I've been hurting ... end this pain," he wrote. And with a single gunshot to the head, he did, becoming just another unremarkable statistic in the line of 3,000, just another death in a land where death comes daily by the dozens, just another casualty, but this time of a different kind of war... just another foster kid finally making his own, separate peace.