Posted on 11/11/2006 7:25:38 AM PST by WestTexasWend
Clarence Lee of Shallowater, a veteran with four tours in Vietnam to his credit, completed 15 years in the Marine Corps the hard way.
"The last tour was 14 months long, because that's when I got captured," he said.
Lee can stand with a crutch, and moves about with a wheelchair or motorized scooter because of permanent injuries inflicted when he was a prisoner of war. He attributes his survival of nine months of torture to help from God.
Lee, now in his 60s, was a helicopter pilot during the war and received five Purple Heart medals while fighting the North Vietnamese.
Despite severe abuse by the North Vietnamese, Lee was angriest during the war when his best friend, Bill McCoy, was killed in an attack.
Ray Westbrook / Staff Marine Corps Warrant Officer Clarence Lee always keeps a history of the service on a coffee table where it is easily accessible. He is proud to have served in the corps during the Vietnam War.
Becoming friends, though, wasn't easy. McCoy was the son of a grand wizard of the Ku Klux Klan, and he occupied the bunk right above Lee during boot camp. The use of the "n" word was inevitable.
"The way we met, me and Bill, every night I was on the bottom rack, Bill was on the top. Every night when we came in, he spit on my pillow. Two nights he had done this. And I told him, I said, 'Let me tell you white boy, if you do it again I'm going to have to come up there and get you.'
"Next evening, there it was. I reached up there and got him. And I wished a thousand times I could have put him back - he was just as mean as I was!"
They were both hospitalized from the fight.
When they got out of the hospital, the drill instructor forced them to spend all their time together, and they became close friends.
"From that day forward in the Marine Corps, every place we were stationed, we were together," Lee said.
They were, however, separated by war.
"Bill was killed in 1966 at Danang. He was a helicopter pilot, also. We had come in that day, had just got back off two missions on Hill 10 and Anwar. This place they called Anwar, it got overrun, and three people were left living. Our job was to go in and just clear the place...
"We had come into Danang - we were there at the division - and we sat down on the pad and they were loading us. We walked over to just outside the bunker and were standing there talking and shooting the breeze like guys would do, and all of a sudden we went under attack.
"It was two rocket-propelled grenade rounds that hit. One hit on the side of the hill, and one hit directly on Bill. His body parts got thrown all over me. I think at that point, my whole heart came out of me."
Lee was allowed to escort McCoy's body home to Selma, Ala.
"That was my worst year. I escorted him back home to tell them what happened, and how it happened. They gave me five months off to stay with his family, because at that time I was a part of the family. I saw to the burial being done, and everything. But we couldn't open the casket."
Referring to McCoy's father and his background with the Klan, Lee said, "I was the first black person who ever went through his front door as a guest. Now, Mr. McCoy is 98, and occasionally I talk to him; he's still there."
Following Selma, Lee was sent again to Vietnam.
"After Bill died, I was so ... how would you say it ... so bundled up inside and had so much hate. I wanted every fire-fight mission I could get. It was just to get even."
Lee remembers he was flying a fire-fight mission when he was taken prisoner.
"Our troops were being overrun by the North Vietnamese coming south. They had like 200 or 300 men, and we had 13 guys. ... When I would go in, all I would do is come in at a low level and just rotate 360 degrees. All I did was fire, and it would clear everything around me. I hover right over the troops while I'm doing this.
"My ammo was getting low, so I knew I had to get out of there. Our guys were pinned down, so I just went on down, and all 13 of them jumped on. I was getting up and they caught me in the turbines with a 30-caliber machine gun.
"It brought us back down. There were 10 of us left living, and they took us as prisoners."
He said he ended up at Hanoi Hilton, which wasn't that bad. But first he endured months of torture at a concentration camp across the DMZ - demilitarized zone.
According to Lee, the torture was intended to make him talk.
"When I went into the Marine Corps I took an oath. And I would give my life before I gave up any of my friends.
"They shot me through both of my hips for torture, and now both of my hip joints have been replaced. And my left knee joint has been replaced."
He remembers the interrogators came in one day after nine months and told him he'd be set free if he told them what they wanted to know. But he had a defiant answer:
"You have shot me through my hips, you have cut my finger off one joint at a time, you have beat my foot up, and now you have busted my knee, and are you going to let me go? Duh! You think I'm really dumb?"
Holding up his left hand to reveal a stump of a finger, he told the interrogators, "Can you cut this part off here, it's in my way."
He said the next day they began torturing him by beating him in the face.
"They beat me until I passed out, and all of this lower part was just turned to mush. See, this whole lower jaw is mold. My left eye is in plastic, and my nose is plastic.
"You know, it got to where it didn't hurt. You knew it was coming, and it just didn't hurt anymore. I used to be afraid of dying, but I had made my peace with God, and I wasn't afraid to die - I knew he was taking care of me."
Lee said the interrogator came in one day and pointed a 9 mm German lugar at him to make him talk. Lee was shot beside his left eye.
Inexplicably, the bullet turned upward when it struck the skull, rather than penetrating to the brain.
He remembers, "The bullet just hit me and turned up. And that's when I knew God was with me. He had his hand there."
Lee said, "It just had got to where I wasn't afraid. You couldn't scare me anymore, you couldn't hurt me, you couldn't do anything else to me."
According to Lee, he wasn't tortured physically at the Hanoi Hilton. "They would stake you out and put a bucket up over you with a little pin hole, and that drop of water hit you right there," he said, pointing to the bridge of his nose where it joins his forehead.
But he found it wasn't really true that after a time it begins to feel like being hit with a hammer: "It feels just like a truck being dropped on you. And you have it down, timed to the minute; you would close your eyes when it was time to hit you. It could drive you crazy. I thank God that I'm not crazy."
When he was returned to the United States, Lee spent 22 years in VA hospitals undergoing major surgeries and recovering.
"I go to Lyons Chapel Baptist Church in Lubbock," he said. "Life now is great. I have lived my entire dream. I was born in Georgia on a cotton and peach farm. I wanted to be a Marine, which I am. I wanted to fly helicopters, which I have. I wanted to drive trucks, which I have. ... I wanted to live in Texas, which I do. And I wanted a little house in Texas, which I have.
"I have a super wife," he said, referring to Gay Lynn Lee. "She is there for me if anything goes on."
He has no regrets about being a Marine. "That's the most glorious thing in my life, other than my wife. Once a Marine, always a Marine; you will die a Marine. Once you put that uniform on, you have put on the most honorable, the most decorated, the most everything with that uniform. You are proud to wear that uniform."
He does have one thing he would change. "My friend Bill. If I could have given my life for him, I would have given my life for him to come back.
"That's the kind of friend I had."
But the trauma of war also produced a zeal for living: "I've got a life to live. I want to live my life for God now, and myself and her," he said of Gay Lynn.
"That's what I'm living my life for."
Will do.
We owe a large debt of gratitude to B.G. Burkett, whose pioneering work in his book "Stolen Honor" first revealed the amazing extent of the fake veteran problem, and how the media was using it to further its own anti-military agenda.
Ping to post #90.
Received an e-mail from the A-J editor, Mr. Greenberg.
They're "95% certain Mr. Lee was not telling the truth" and are doing a follow-up.
Ping me w/any follow-up. (Another failure of the MSM uncovered by Freepers!)
Can't put anything past those guys...
Thanks for your followup and the heads up.
Well, some good came out of the story before I read it all and the updates..My screne got so blurry that I went out and cleaned the garage before continuing! LOL
I thank each of the contributors who exposed this phony.
Clarence Lee is a liar and poseur. Having participated in the exposure of hundreds of phony SEALs, I could tell he was lying just by the story he told.
It's a shame, because he is hurting his wife and all the people who believe him.
Thanks for the ping. What a pathetic loser this guy is, sheesh!
Good..I hate that there are poseurs who steal valor!
Please ping me to updates.
the Marines over at www.TogetherWeServed.com were on it immediately. I think they raised the red flag first :)
Regardless, POSERS should beware - they will be caught!!!
Semper Fi!
Thanks for reminding me- my membership lapsed over there. I have to renew it.
Boy howdy. In almost thirty years of doing this job I've scarcely heard a true story. In Rogers's Rangers Standing Orders (from the 18th Century!): "You can lie all you want when you tell other people about the Rangers, but don't never lie to a Ranger or an officer."
And yes, even we get snookered. We had a guy in 10th Special Forces Group, Brian Sirois, who was SF Qualified, but had to add bogus awards to his uniform. His career vector went retrograde, you might say, when he was caught. (After being thrown out, he went on to murder his wife and is in prison in Massachusetts. Character is pretty fixed in adults, and many wannabees and blowfishes display their poor character in various criminal acts). There was also a company commander in one of the Ranger Batts who had never actually bothered to, like, go to Ranger or even airborne school. No word on his fate after HE was thrown out.
I don't blame the reporters so much on this. They don't have our (meaning, vets') knowledge of what is normal and sensible, so stories that align with their TV-induced prejudices won't ring the alarm bells that some of us have.
d.o.l.
Criminal Number 18F
yes - time to re-enlist. The gang at TWS caught this about 3 days ago...when it was first published.
ooh-rah! Posers beware.
Here's a classic "feel good" Veterans Day story where the reporter made no effort to validate the claims of the guy he was profiling, and got taken for a big ride.
Just a bit too Hollywood. Rambo couldn’t have had a more unbelievable script.
Keep up the good work! ;*)
That would be me posting the poser alert there.
where was it at TWS?
I saw it here first
posted as POSER ALERT by USMCOBRA.
I just bumped it over there - it's in the OPEN Discussion
Yep, Schlatter is good on POW stuff, Chief, even if he's a flake on politics.
I worked for a Medal recipient who was a returned POW (actually, a posthumous Medal recipient! Who is still alive and well as I write this). He had severe health problems that resulted from wounds in his capture incident (his teammates saw him fall and he was carried as KIA-BNR until he was discovered alive in the prison system).
He used to bring in little shards of shrapnel that were still working their way out of him, over 10 years later. And he said that, "After the way they treated me, I don't believe there are any live POWs. If there were any in '73, they didn't live more than a couple more years."
I figured he knew, ya know?
The Carter Administration set up a hosing for those guys (on top of their amnesty for draft dodgers, deserters, and court-martial convicts). When you came back as a POW, Nixon ordered that physical requirements be waived and a job found for anybody that wanted to resume service. Many of the returnees left immediately (all of them could have had a disability retirement), but many others stayed in for their 20 or more.
But Carter's DOD ordered that, when these guys retire, they get no disability... after all, they were able to serve in the (Army/Navy/AF/Marines) no problem!
That nonsense was finally overturned in the Reagan Administration.
d.o.l.
Criminal Number 18F
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