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Date: Identifier: 754.1.a
SARATOGA REGINA poem (undated) creator: Fields, Milton P. more...


Ye men of the land, ye men of the soil

Will not understand when you hear us say

That we're proud of the blood in the ocean's green,

Proud of the horrors we all have seen:

You will not understand when you hear us pray

"God bless the 'Sara", --- Our Queen:"

They caught her halfway between the fleets

Where there were none to see.

None but yellow, slanted eyes,

That measured her length from the skies

And laughing like maniacs in crazy glee,

Wondered how an aged queen dies.

At the first rendering shock she leaped and shrank,

" "WE'RE HIT" I heard someone say,

Or was it myself? --- I can't recall ---

For beneath the debree that blandeted all

Godless and Christians knelt to pray

In the fear that heaven and sky would fall

Once and twice and ever again,

She would gasp and shudder and groan,

Then, with a gurge of her queenly head,

Spewing white flame and molten lead,

She leaped and ran to the awful drone

Of those falcon-like Kamis overhead.

Suicide plans dived into the deck,

And bombs exploded at her side

And as each Nippon dived with a scream,

We on the "Sara" thought it all a dream,

That this was happening to our joy and pride

Who an hour before had so quietly steamed

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Twisting and turning, desperately she ran,

Thrashing screws churned the ocean's deep,

While a widening slick ---like blackened blood,

Gushing from her side in a sooty flood,

Listening hard on the starboard sweep,

She screamed in agony, her hanger aflood,

Straight through the maelstrom of flaming hell,

Furiously she swept like an enraged queen,

Her battered, bleeding head held high.

We knew, even then, she could never die:

We almost knew what a prize she would mean

To those maddened maggots in the sky.

A chattering gun, like frozen rain ---

A roar, an instant of eternal silence ---

Men blasted high, to heaven or hell:

I know not which, only that they fell

Into tongues of flames and roaring wiolence.

We and Christ know they died well.

We on the "Sara" knew three hours of hell,

Watching our comrades roast and drown .

Hearing them scream in mortal pain,

Fall in bloody womit, nor rise again,

And we know how regally she wore her crown

In her glorious hour, --- Her baptismal reign.

In gun galleries number two and three

Men died at their post, nor reasoned why

Their blood should now so freely flow

To serve as a drop for that awfull show

They felt their draw and fry,

Yet --- only feared that their "Sara" might go.

One Marine sargent: je was known fy all

Who, true to the best on Naval tradition,

Manned his gun. It was set afire.

He lighted the scene - a flaming pyre,

Ere leaping overboard, There is no perdition

For men like that --- only a seaweed bier.

Hysterical men? --- No, there were none.

But the horrors they lived will never dim.

Like the man who clutched at his balless eye,

While dazed and stunned for thread did cry,

To sew it back - or the lad with lips so grim,

Withone arm saying - "GO ON! OTHERS ARE WORSE THAN I".

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"Blood and sweat and tear" you say? ---

No tears, of that we are rightly proud,

Only streams of blood-and rivers of sweat -

And mounds of ashes --. God, let us forget!

Let us only recall we were beaten and bowed

But thankfully alive to repay the debt.

With the dawning of day, bleat as the rest,

A message was sent to half of the world

That a U.S. carrier had sustained an attack,

A few lives were lost - but she beat them back,

But only we saw our flag unfurled,

Carressing the bodies, charred and black,

Only we weresstanding by

When the burial squad counted "ONE-TWO-THREE-"

And a canvas bag in an arc would sweep,

While the trumpets' taps bid them quietly sleep.

"And the body shall be cast into the sea-"

One hundred and twenty counts of "ONE -TWO - THREE"


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