by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

There's always been an "Old Corps"
no matter when your time,
I've heard it spoken of
in every port and clime.

It seems the way
that it was done
'twas always better then.
No matter that
the Corps was old
when they had just begun.

Old timers are a cagey bunch,
they like the way they feel.
When talking of their duty — 
they had the toughest deal.

How they led the charge ashore
and held it to a man,
they never lost a single gun
nor gave an inch of sand.

Together they'd won the day
the enemy was routed,
they carried forth
their nation's flag in
victory they shouted.

But never mind
you raw recruits,
time will come I'm sure
when you can say 
"It ain't the same
xince I first came;
it's lost its old allure."

So the old Corps
meets the new Corps
and together they will
carry their country's banner
through Hell and far beyond.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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Old Corps and the New