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MORE ABOUT THE MOULTON FAMILY READ MORE FROM THE MOULTON FAMILY HERE GO BACK TO THE MOULTON'S MOLD STORY CLICK HERE TO SEE LETTERS TO & FROM THE MOULTONS I was a whistleblower before there was such a term. I think I almost paid the ultimate price of losing a Wife and Son. In 1971 I found a civilian employee of many years with the Defense Intelligence Agency was misusing our government credit card. I reported it. At the time I had returned from Viet Nam and was an Intel Analyst with DIA in the Korea section at Arlington Hall Station in Arlington Virginia. I was also taught how to do photo interpretation from satellite pics. Right after I made the report of the credit card abuse I was transferred to the Pentagon to the DI-4 section of DIA. They made me a mail clerk. I squawked and complained that they either use me as they were required to as an Intel Analyst or they could Discharge me. I wrote to a few US Senators about being misassigned. I was transferred to another DI-4 office as an Intel Analyst. It was there that I uncovered and reported the illegal bombing in North Viet Nam and Laos. It ended up before Admiral Moore, Chairman, JCS. I was an Intel Sgt. And I uncovered the hidden classified reports that showed we were bombing in N. Viet Nam, and Laos while America was being told we weren't. My discovery became an Article of Impeachment against Richard Nixon. What I discovered was reported by reporter Seymour Hersh for which he received a Distinguished Award. My job description was "Individual assists in preparation of briefings given to CJCS and other high Government officials. Assistance includes visual aide, maps and presentation." My reviews ratings were Outstanding, Exemplary and Above Average. I was recommended for advanced schooling, immediate or advanced promotions and even an NCO Development Course. I received none of the recommendations listed nor any commendations or medals that others were given. I was also told, by DIA memo, not to attend the Senate Hearings into the Houston Spy plan. The Houston Plan was Military Intelligence spying on civilians that were opposed to the Viet Nam War. This memo was Obstruction of Congressional inquiries. This also became an Article of Impeachment of Richard Nixon. In the early 1970s, a lot of our Navy and Air Force pilots were being shot down in South and North Viet Nam, Laos and Cambodia. In 1971 and 1972 there were plans that Reserve and Guard pilots would be activated to cover the heavy loses. The call-up probably would have occurred after the 1972 Presidential elections if not for Watergate. In January 1973, a Highly Politically Sensitive and Top Secret report was prepared that dealt with some of the reasons for the high level of loses during the Christmas bombing campaign of 1972. It was prepared by the DI-4 Section of the Defense Intelligence Agency by a Navy Lt. Commander. I was part of the DIA Intelligence Briefing team that briefed the Chairman, JCS and Joint Chiefs. We also briefed the White House, CIA and Senate and House Armed Service and Foreign Relations Committees. We also worked on the Intelligence preparation for the attempt at rescue our POWs from the prison camp. On my case of being screwed for being a whistleblower, on December 9, 1974, I was rated by my civilian supervisor as "intelligent, industrious and diligent in the performance of his duties. His appearance and dress are in accord with one of the highest standards. His job knowledge and experience are an asset to this section." This was in my job in computers within DIA at Arlington Hall Station. I was recommended for promotion and NCO development courses. My ratings were E and O which are the highest possible. Neither promotions or advance NCO School came. Within six months, during which I had sent complaints of my Wives substandard medical care, Army personnel tried to reassign me to Germany as an Intelligence Analyst. This assignment was against Army regulations. A few months after our Son was born, August 1975, and we saw all of the medical issues, retardation and near death from seizures and we openly filed complaints, the Army then said I was unqualified to be in computers or an Intel Analyst and wanted to make me a cook by sending me to FT Eustis Virginia without my family. Being an NCO, regulations said my family had to be sent with me but I was told they couldn't go. At this same time I was working in Computers as a consultant for Litton Computer Service in Reston Virginias, IBM Corporation in Manassas Virginia and as an employee for Boeing Computer Services in McLean Virginia. I had also been drawing Proficiency Pay from the Army for passing tests on computers. I scored low, and lost the extra pay, while fighting with the Military over the medical issues my Wife was having. For over two decades I have tried to get my Sons and Wives medical records from the Military. They will not turn them over. I have also tried to get my Military Personnel records and many have been withheld. I need the Medical records to show that my Wife almost died and my Sons brain was destroyed due to military Medical malpractice and that those facts were hidden. I need my Personnel records to prove that I was denied my Constitutional rights as an American. The withheld records will also show that I was injured during my service in the Military and was never given the chance to proof it. By withholding these records for the past 27 years I am denied a Military Medical retirement. They have the evidence and are refusing to give it to me. In 1984 I applied for the Agent Orange claim. I was never tested as was required and they can not find any record of my application that I made in Hyannis Massachusetts. Some of the signs are rashes and tumors. I have had, and still have them. I first had them starting around 1971. I had the tumors removed, on various times, in a Military medical facility and they won’t give me the records. Many have read my families story which might explain my total anguish and pain. It started on August 11, 1975, the day my Son, Kenny, was born with brain damage and my Wife, Virginia, almost killed due to Medical Malpractice by Military doctors at Bethesda Naval Hospital. My Wife was forced to carry for 10 months by these “brilliant” Military Doctors. Over a period of years, we learned to deal with our Son’s medical conditions and the possibility he might die before becoming a teenager. The worst realization was that my Government doesn’t care about my family! About fourteen years ago (living in Massachusetts at the time), I asked Senator Ted Kennedy to get Virginia’s and Kenny’s medical records from Bethesda Naval Hospital. The Military said neither my Son nor Wife were ever there. In effect, they denied their own records that showed he was born there. A few years later, a former Military Attorney was able to get a few of the records. Sadly, the Military had altered and destroyed the most important records. More importantly, they had allowed the Statute of limitations for Kenny to expire so he lost his legal and Constitutional rights as an American. Another sad part of this story is how I was forced to give up my Military career to save my family. Shortly after the Birth of Kenny and Virginia’s near death due to malpractice, the Army tried to reassign me to Germany as an Intelligence Analyst. I had not been an Intelligence Analyst for a few years and was a computer operator. Even though the Army had changed my job description, at my request and only after they made me find and contact my former Commanding Officers from Viet Nam for their statements, the Army still carried me as an Intelligence Analyst. This proofs their incompetence. When this point was shown to them, they said I was not qualified to be a Computer Operator. At the time, I was working full-time, besides my Military job, as a consultant to IBM and Boeing as a computer Operator. We were forced to go to Civilian Doctors due to the negligence and cover-up by the Military. I was working over 16 hours a day besides the time we spent in hospitals and doctors offices. The Army then decided to send me to cook school. I had been requesting a Hardship Discharge to be able to get Medical care for my family before they died from the malpractice. My hardship was denied. The Military still refused to diagnosis Kenny as having brain damage, epilepsy and Cerebral Palsy. They called him a “lazy blond haired blue eyed baby boy”. They removed this and changed his birth weight and size from his medical records in violation of the Law. They decreased his weight by three pounds, from 13-3 to 10. They shrunk him from 27 and a half to 24 inches. What sounds funny is the Doctors at Bethesda had a pool as to how close to 15 pounds our Son would weigh. When the Army tried to send me to cook school at Ft. Eustis, Virginia they knowingly and willingly did so in violation of several Army regulations and my Civil Rights. The cook school Commanding Officer, VOCO (Voice Order Commanding Officer) and First Sergeant told me not to come. The Army finally said they would allow me to stay in Washington. I found my own assignments at Ft. Belvoir and the Unit Commanding Officers requested me in writing. The Army sent me home to wait for them to cut my orders. The orders never came even after I constantly called. After several months I contacted a member of Congress, Toby Moffet, D-CT, who was told by the Army they were going to charge me with AWOL. They had no record of me. The Congressman was told by the Army to have me go to Ft. Myers and they would discharge me there. I was arrested by MPs when I went there and taken to Ft. Meade. I was not read my rights or allowed to call an Attorney, my Family or Congressman Moffet. I was handcuffed and driven to FT Meade Maryland. I was in my Army Uniform. After talking with a senior officer at Ft. Meade, he allowed me to go back to my family in Reston Virginia with the promise that I would go to Ft. Dix for my discharge physical. I hitch hiked home in an ice storm. It took me several hours. I went to Ft. Dix as I had promised leaving my family in Reston, Virginia. They had no way to contact me in case of an emergency. At Ft. Dix I had my “physical”. I told the Doctors of the arthritis in my fingers, knees and back and how my fingers, jaw and kneecap locked up at times. I also told them of my breathing difficulties and black out periods after exertion. They said they would hold me for a long period for tests if I wanted to but my family would have to stay in Virginia. The Army had stopped paying me and had withheld my family’s living allowance so they had no money. I had our car and Kenny was having seizures. My only option was to go back to them and leave my medical pension issues on the table with the hope of reopening them later. The Army then gave me a dishonorable discharge and broke me from an E-5 to an E-1. After many years of writing they upgraded me back to an E-5 and gave me a General Discharge. All of my evaluation reports were E and O. After my Wife almost died and everything else happened they went down. All of the E and O rating evaluations suggested I be promoted ahead of my contemporaries but I was not. The Army refuses to deal with any of these issues. They ignore me and my family and our rights as Americans. I faithfully and honorably served America for almost eight years. I sat at Ft. Dix as President Carter pardoned draft evaders as the Army prosecuted me for obeying the Constitution. This is not fair, moral or ethical. This is what happens to whistleblowers in the Military. I have a copy of my Efficiency reports if anybody ever calls me a liar. I fear that what happened to my Wife might have happened because I spoke out about illegal and immoral acts. I hope the whistleblower laws will protect those that report abuse. There was no protection for me or my Family thirty years ago. Here is the rest of our story. Kenny’s story
August 1, 1975. For most people, this date has no significance or importance. For me it was as if the whole world stood still and many of my hopes and dreams were destroyed. This is the day that I became the father of a handicapped child. Little did I realize then that in a period of time I would consider this child to be a blessing, just as my other two children were. I can remember my first thoughts when a doctor first told me that my son had Cerebral Palsy and had Epileptic seizures. What had I done so bad for God to let this happen to me? I felt and still do at times, that I was a failure as a husband and a father. This whole story actually began around October 1974, when my wife, Virginia, and I decided to try for another child. We already had two daughters and were hoping for a son to complete our family. Upon discovering that Virginia was pregnant, we decided to use Bethesda Naval Hospital. I thought that Bethesda must be a good hospital if the President went there. Little did I know then how my judgment of the hospital and staff would change in the near future. Everything seemed to go well until about two months before Kenny was due. We had chosen the name Kenny in the event we had a son. Virginia wanted him named after me so he would be a junior. I wanted a different name because I felt funny naming him after me. I'm glad I listened to her though. About the eighth month, Virginia started to urinate blood. We were scared something was wrong. The doctors checked her and said she would be okay. We also were worried because Virginia was gaining a lot of weight. By the time Kenny was born she gained almost 100 pounds even though she followed her diet they gave her. When I brought Virginia to the hospital on August 11, we had to use a wheelchair because she had trouble walking. When the babies due date had come and passed (mid July), we reminded the doctors of the length of time (two weeks late) of carrying for Heather and that Virginia was a latent diabetic. They said everything was okay. We asked a few times for them to do a caesarian section. We had heard about it being used if the mother or baby were having trouble. The doctors said no. Privately, Virginia said that perhaps we should go to a civilian doctor but I said no because we couldn't afford it. I have regretted that decision every day since. From the scheduled delivery date, the doctors had confirmed the day that Virginia had calculated based upon her last period. On all three children, she was right about the date. I remember with Heather, Virginia told the doctors she was pregnant and the due date before they did any test. Virginia had to go to the doctor each Monday for a checkup. After three weeks of being late, and they still refused our request for a caesarian, they decided to try inducing labor. On August 4, they hooked her up to the machine at 8am until 5pm. They sent her home saying she wasn't ready yet. On August 11, they took an x-ray because they feared Kenny was breached. They said he wasn't. We were later told that when they saw the size of Kenny from the x-ray, a pool was started to see how close to 15 pounds he would be. After the x-ray, they started inducing again. They noticed the baby’s heartbeat was weaker but said everything was fine. Virginia had continually told them that Kenny was having less and less movement as the due date passed and time went along. Again they said everything was okay. At 5pm on August 11, they were ready to send Virginia home again after trying inducing since 8am. As Virginia got off the table, her water broke. About 5 and a half hours later Kenny was born. I was excited because I was able to be in the delivery room with Virginia. I was in Vietnam when Melissa was born and they wouldn't allow me in when Heather was born because they were afraid of complications due to the three weeks late. I watched and remember everything that was going on. I helped Virginia with her breathing. She was in such pain. It hurt me to see her hurt this way. When Kenny was born, I expected to hear him cry. He made no noise. He was limp and blue/black in color. The doctor said he was a boy and took him over to the side away from our view. I remember vividly that all of a sudden people rushed in and took Kenny from the doctor and rushed out. Virginia and I were crying because we thought Kenny was dead. The doctor said that Kenny was loaded with fluids and they had to remove them with suction so he could get more air. They asked me to leave because of afterbirth and stitches that Virginia needed. I went to a pay phone and called our family. A while later they let me see Virginia. She was on a gurney in the hallway. She was still afraid about Kenny. The doctor then told us about Kenny’s system kicking back the extra sugar he was getting from Virginia and that when he was removed from Virginia his system continued to kick back the sugar. They said they were treating him and he was okay. They told me Virginia needed sleep and for me to go home. I gave them my phone number with instructions to call me in case of an emergency. I kissed Virginia, told her I love her and left. The next morning, Virginia called and was crying. My first thought was that Kenny had died. She told me how they wanted her to sign papers for an infection that Kenny might have. She said no and for them to have me sign them. She was terrified. When I got to the hospital, they told me they thought there was spinal meningitis infection in the intensive care nursery and wanted to test and treat Kenny just in case. I signed. Virginia also told me how they had rushed her into surgery a few hours after I had left because she was hemorrhaging. I yelled at the doctor for not calling me as I had asked before I had left. I saw Kenny that day through a viewing window in the Intensive Care nursery. He was in an incubator that was way too small. The doctors joked that they wish they could give some of his weight to some of the other real small babies. While they laughed, I cried for my wife and my son. I had almost lost both of them because of these fools and their gross negligence. During the next year, we went from happiness to the depth of despair when a civilian doctor told us what he thought Bethesda should have told us. Kenny had Cerebral Palsy and was Epileptic. Every time Virginia brought her concerns about Kenny’s slow development to the Doctors at Bethesda, the doctors said not to worry. I remember one doctor, I believe a Navy Captain, wrote in Kenny’s medical file that Kenny was a “lazy, overweight, blond haired blue eyed baby boy”. For almost two years they refused to diagnosis him properly. When Kenny was several months old and I saw the lack of care he was getting from these fools I decided to give up my career in the military so that I could get good medical care for my family. Several years ago, I contacted Senator Ted Kennedy of Massachusetts for help in getting our records from Bethesda. The military told him they had no record of Kenny ever being born or of Virginia being at the hospital. A few years later, through the help of a friend of a friend, who just happened to represent the Navy at Bethesda in malpractice suits, we were able to get the records. It seems that many are missing and some have been changed to hide the truth of what happened. The lawyer who got the records had a heart attack shortly afterwards. He did tell us that Bethesda, he believed, had the highest malpractice rate of any Navy hospital. He said that military hospitals were not designed to handle ob/gyn/birth issues which were the reason for so many malpractice suits. I know that there is no amount of money that can repay Kenny or Virginia for what they went through needlessly. They were almost killed due to negligence. Our two other children have also suffered because of the time they lost from us that we had to devote to Kenny. Our major concern, at this point in our life, is for Kenny’s future. We need to make sure they he is taken care of financially after we have died. I know they can never makeup for my lost military career. I even wrote to the President’s over the years asking for help for my family. Nothing! I think that the thing I would like the most is justice for Kenny and Virginia. Is that asking too much? Addendum - In November of 1994, the Monday before Thanksgiving, Kenny was dropped by a home health aide. He suffered a broken left femur. He was operated on at BCH, Boston Children’s Hospital). He had a seizure while coming out of the operation. Before Kenny could return to school after the accident, in 1995, we told the school that two people must always transfer Kenny from his wheelchair. They agreed in his IEP, Individual Education Plan. On March 3, 1995, Kenny came home from school with busted teeth and blood all over him. It seems, according to a State investigation, that Kenny was transferred by one person in the boy’s bathroom. They use to use the girls bathroom when girls were in there. He was dropped in the bathroom which was also not handicapped accessible as required by state and federal law. With his teeth busted and his mouth and lips bleeding, the staff refused to take him to the school nurse or call a doctor. They used paper towels to clean his mouth out. When we refused to allow him back into school, the town threatened to take Kenny away from us because we were “bad parents”. I challenged them and they backed down. After 6 years of court battles with the town, Kenny was “given” 30 thousand dollars. We used it to buy him a wheelchair van. Kenny never returned to school after his March 3, 1995 accident. The school said they would not guarantee his safety or that their staff would obey the law. Kenny lost again due to the system not caring. In January of 1998, Virginia was injured while transferring Kenny. Seems the home health aide let go of Kenny while they were transferring him. To save Kenny from falling on the floor, Virginia took all of his weight and slid him down her body. She ended up having surgery for a crushed disk and will have pain for the rest of her life. In 1999, we had an aide from Visiting Nurses to help with Kenny. We had to have her arrested by the Police for stealing a credit card from us and trying to use it. She plea bargained and was not fired as an aid for the handicapped. To Contact This Family via Email, Click HERE |
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