This is another one of those DIC stories I love to make the telephone call to the widow on. Only this one dragged out for ten years and three months. Grab a brewskie and some chips, turn off the boob tube for a spell and listen to the story about Frank and Jeannie- two American kids who grew up in the heartland.
Jeannie and Frank met up in Nashville back in 1982. She got a job at Frank’s supermarket and caught his eye. Turns out they fell in love and got hitched. Too bad all stories don’t just end with “and they lived happily ever after.”
Frank joined the Marines when he turned 18 in 1953. He did his three years as a R/T, got out and went back to Nashville. Part of his enlistment was two years and some change at Camp Lejeune and he was unaware the water was pure poison. Sure, like most guys his age, and especially in the Gyrines, he smoked leftover unfiltered smokes from c rations. Even if they hadn’t been free, they sold them at the PX for about a nickel a pack.
Three or four years after he got out, he decided to quit and that was that. Or so he thought. Fifty three years later, in April 2015, he went to the family doctor with a persistent sore throat and cough. Turns out it was the lung cancer. They began the usual stuff like chemo and radiation to fight it but he was gone by November. I can’t help but think he was probably telling his Jeannie “Don’t worry baby” just like the Beach Boys song right up until the end. That’s what I plan on telling Cupcake, too.
Fast forward a few years. Jeannie was right about it being due to Camp Lejeune but just imagine her locking horns with the VA. After a two-year tussle, the VA went out and got a gomer independent medical opinion. The doctor decided to alter history and stretch the truth a mite bit. He claimed the records showed ol’ Frank was a regular smokestack and went through no less than 3 packs a day until 1975. Six years of a pack a day segued into 22 years of 3 packs a day just because a doctor who had never laid eyes on Frank said so. That sucks.
Frank had filed for the lung cancer back in April when he found out. Hell, Camp Lejeune’s water problems were pretty much old news by then but not the lawsuits. VA was beginning to panic and was trying to limit the damage as much as possible. That part of the claim was lost for accrued purposes because Jeannie wasn’t getting any legal help. But she did manage to keep the wrongful death part of the claim alive.
After the VA denied it in ’17, she waited patiently for the Statement of the Case (SOC) to come out in early ’20. She then filed her 10182 and transitioned into the AMA process. Fortunately for me and for the sake of a happy ending to all this, she asked for a hearing. She’d submitted two “sorta” IMOs- one from Frank’s family doctor who’d known him since he was knee high to a 9-inch bottle of Schlitz. That doctor put a fork in the 3 packs-a-day lie the VA was pushing. His pulmonologist/oncologist doctor also opined as to how it had to be from Camp Lejeune water. But, from the tricky legal aspect, we know that unless she had submitted these before the SOC, they were inadmissible in the AMA… unless she submitted them in the Evidence lane within 90 days of her 10182 or… if she’d asked for a hearing, then they were admissible in the 90 days following the hearing.
Everybody wonders if there’s a God. Well, for the sake of argument, let’s say a lot of folks wonder. Me too. Fast forward again to Veterans Day in 2023. Having been cooped up at home for two years of that nothing burger Pandemic thing, I had a hankering to get out and move about the country. So I sashayed on over to Winchester, Tennessee for their celebration.
John Stacy, who does the Exposed Vet podcasts, with Ray Cobb, who is also one of my clients, put on a great show and we had a full house of Veterans, their wives and VSO representatives. One of my LRRP group (of five) even came down from Northern Tennessee with his lovely wife to thank me for getting him his 100% with aid and attendance. I don’t get to meet very many of the guys and gals I represent so this was quite the treat all by itself.
I gave an eye-opening speech about SMC and how it begins after 100%. All the VSO crew were busy shaking their heads sideways and allowing as there was no such thing. Jeannie had come to listen mostly but one of the fellows sitting at her table who was taking in my SMC speech leaned forward and said to her “Now that there’s the fellow you want to represent you- not one of these chowderheads.” And then along came God.
So, about lunchtime, I was headed to the kitchen to strap on the ol’ feed bag when Jeannie glides up and slides her arm through mine and introduced herself. She talked a blue streak over lunch about how Frank had passed on and all the trouble she was having with VA. Now, I reckon most guys have a soft spot for widows- especially ones who have been done wrong. Before I could even think about it, I’d already agreed to take the case.
I went through that file and realized this was a job for Mednick- my trusted outfit for good medical opinions. I’ve never lost a single claim or appeal using them over the last ten or so years. Their doctor wrote a beautiful opinion but VA’s opinion wasn’t hard to beat. He had the facts so screwed up, no one was going to buy it. Worse, he didn’t have one peer-reviewed cite and all he talked about was how most folks who smoked for 30 years died of lung cancer. The dude never said squat about Camp Lejeune’s famous water or what would happen if you smoked and drank that, too.
I did the BVA hearing with Jeannie remotely. I was in Seattle and she was in Winchester. If I hadn’t been so pressed for time, I’d have liked to have flown back to DC and had her drive up from Winchester. Talk about luck. When you’re dealing with a widow and DIC, you pray for a woman VLJ. God must have heard me because we drew Judge Jennifer Kirby. I think she was used to holding hearings with VSO service officers who had room temperature IQs.
I’ve read a bunch of their briefs and read their transcripts. The prime argument always consists of “My client never got the benefit of the doubt, your honor. §3.102.” Short and sweet. No discussion of the evidence for… or against. The representative asks the Vet how he got _______ and they always recite stuff that is pure poison to the Judge’s ears. You never ask your Vet to dangle a stethoscope around his neck and talk like a doctor. Never.
By the time I got finished with my hearing, the Judge was nodding and telling me it was refreshing to talk to someone with a grasp of the law, CAVC cites and had a vocabulary of more than 300 words. That’s when I felt like busting out with the Beach Boys song in three part harmony. I knew I had Jeannie’s cat in the bag. Just to be safe, I’d asked Judge Kirby up front if she would consider taking this case all the way to the finish line. With the new AMA, she wasn’t obliged to. She didn’t say one way or another so I didn’t even know she had until she signed it. Here’s the transcript.
redact BVA Hearing txscript 4.26.2024
What I didn’t contemplate was that it would take another 663 days to solve this Rubik’s cube. My guess is it’s the backlog. The evidence was unequivocal. Seems when President Trump took office, a lot of BVA employees took offense with his methods of fixing America and quit. This created a problem getting things done in a timely manner.
I was glued to CASEFLOW on Friday when the decision finally was published about 1629 Hours (L) DC time ( a minute before quitting time). I wasn’t surprised we won but I’ll tell you Jeannie had flat out been a hot mess ever since the hearing. She was convinced she’d stepped on her skirt and done a face plant with the judge. No amount of cajoling or encouraging words could roust her out of her funk.
redacted BVA DIC Win 2.18.2026
I get to do about 3 or 4 of these DIC gigs every year. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to make that phone call and set a widow’s heart at ease. But then, I don’t recall hearing about any gal having to fight ten years and some change to win one of these. That’s unheard of… or should be.
I reckon the best part is old Frank is probably looking down from Heaven about now and saying “See? I told you not to worry, baby. Everything turned out alright.”
That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.


























































































































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