“Clancey” Fields, Tech Sergeant, USMC
(not boys) who once did live,
asked my God, “Why was I chosen,
Japs, those Sons A Bitches,
knows how hard I tried, but failed,
was some pride in victory;
came the ‘Police Action,’ Korea.
then sent our sons and daughters off,
58,000 died, again in vain;
the combat vets of Viet Nam:
torment is the same as yours;
salute ALL sons of freedom,
be a survivor, I thought I was lucky.
war was many years ago;
Clancey Fields, Tech Sergeant, USMC
This poem was written by my father, Clancey Fields, Tech Sergeant, USMC. Dad was a WWII combat Marine and was stationed at the Marine Barracks at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed on December 7, 1941. He was also at Iwo Jima where he helped retrieve John Basilone’s body and gear from the field of battle where he had fallen.
Growing up, my father taught my brother and I not to hate. I never heard him say anything against his Japanese foe except to say: “They were just doing their job as we were.” However, this poem betrays his true feelings of “…sorrow, anger, bitterness and terror…”.
Although it was written with me in mind he could also be talking to you, my 3/5 brothers, and all other blooded fighting men and women regardless of their branch of service or the war in which they fought.
My father is 82 years old and still kickin’. I hope for many more years to come. ~Ken Fields, M Co. 3/5
“If you weren’t there you will never understand!”
Ken Fields, M Co. 3/5, 1967