Once again it is Veterans Day, and this will be the second Veterans’ day that I will be posting on this website. My previous post can be viewed here.
Unlike many, I actually “won” my case before the MSPB. The Court ruled on two separate matters that the Center for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) in Atlanta violated my rights as a veteran, as defined by the Veterans Employment Opportunity Act (VEOA), to employment. I have placed “won” in quotes because although this ruling was made over 18 months ago, there have been no consequences for the Agency, nor the specific individuals who were guilty of the wrongdoing. Fundamentally, the CDC administration has taken numerous steps to “stonewall” the MSPB decision. Instead of complying with the law, the VEOA, which fulfills the overwhelming sentiment of the American people, that veterans truly should be honored, and receive preference in employment, and instead of fulfilling President Obama’s Executive Order #13518 on the employment of veterans, they manufacture numerous creative, but highly implausible to utterly absurd reasons why they should not obey the MSPB’s order. Disrespect? Yes, it flows in many directions, and any reasonable observer would conclude that the CDC administration does not take the MSPB very seriously. The ultimate proof of that assertion is on the Office of Personnel Management’s (OPM) website. OPM produces an annual report on the number of veterans employed at the Federal Agencies. In the latest report, for FY 2010, overall, the Agencies DO comply with veterans preference requirements, with 26.3% of the workforce being veterans. The one dramatic outlier remains: the Department of Health and Human Services, of which the CDC is a part. Veterans are 6.2% of their workforce, almost 25% fewer veterans, on a percentage basis, that the civilian workforce, where no legal preference is granted.
A long time ago, and indeed it was, I was assigned for a year to the 1/69th Armor, 4th Infantry Division, from September, 1968 to August, 1969, in Binh Dinh province and in the Central Highlands of Vietnam. (Some pictures of those ancient times are posted here.) For 8 of the 12 months I was the Senior Medic in a line company of tanks and had medical responsibility for approximately 100 men, usually at remote locations, with no higher medical personnel immediately available. It was a lot of responsibility. I was very lucky, however. I survived. I was never wounded. I never contracted malaria. Although in an area heavily defoliated by Agent Orange (Highway 19, west of An Khe), so far, there appears to be no damage. And I don’t even feel I have “Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome.” (maybe “Current Traumatic Stress Syndrome” from my continued fight to obtain my rights from the CDC
) Last year I wrote about two member of the 1/69th who were not as fortunate. Both committed suicide, my friend, Irv Harper, and Medal of Honor winner, Dwight Johnson.
When I returned to the United States in August, 1969 I was still in the Army, but a “short-timer.” I had 85 days left to serve. I was assigned to Fitzsimmons Army Hospital in Denver (it closed in 1999; it can be referenced at Wikipedia). There were actually reasonable Army leadership there; they knew we were “short-timers” (there were about 10 of us in similar situations), and decided to make the duty not onerous if we “stayed out of trouble.” We worked in Central Supply a few hours every day. But it was at Fitzsimmons that I had my very worst moments in the Army, yes, worse than the year of combat in Vietnam.
I was released from active duty on Christmas Eve, 1969, and started driving home to Pittsburgh in a snow storm. I had not returned to Denver until my MSPB hearing (technically it was in nearby suburban Lakewood, CO) on April 02, 2010, on the matter of, ironically, those “rights” earned, in part, in Denver. In my summation, I elected to tell the MSPB Judge the story of what those worst moments were, for few matters more underscore why our nation has granted veterans preference in Federal hiring. My wife of 28 years had never heard the story before. She turned away from the Judge, and started crying. Certainly an appropriate response. I cry myself when I think about it, and alas, now, write about it.
Three times, and fortunately it was only three, I drew the duty to go out to Stapleton Field, and help unload a C-141 filled with soldiers who were now all amputees. The plane would come in from Japan once a week or so; fortunately the “duty” rotated so that you were assigned it once every four weeks. The numbers varied: sometimes the plane had 20, sometimes 30, sometimes 40 stretchers. I had been lucky, and could still walk, and help carry those who could not. I couldn’t even say: ‘Welcome Home.’ The duty and the sorrow were beyond words. More depressing still was the realization that these were the amputees for the Western part of the US. Another plane landed weekly at Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, carrying the amputees in the East.
My wife was crying, in part, since she knew our nephew was serving in the Marines, in Afghanistan at the time, and I might have been describing a future event. Fortunately, for him, he also survived, whole. Others, as we know, have been the unlucky ones. It’s been more than four decades now, and I have been able to run, play, make love, carry my children in their backpacks, as a whole man. Fortunate, indeed.
The punishment should fit the crime, at least in that ideal world we fantasize about. Imagine a Judge being able to sentence the responsible members of the CDC administration to perform the duty I had, at the new location where the amputees are off-loaded. Even to have them work in a ward with them for a week. Empty a bedpan or two. I would suspect it would be a most rehabilitative type of punishment, and never again would they decide to circumvent veterans’ preference in order to hire their friends and relatives. Veterans then might truly be honored, not one day a year, but every day.
- John Paul Jones
john.jones@civilservicechange.org