by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

My mentor Mr. Duffy,
a most devoted friend,
tells me to be aware
I'm coming to the end.
To the end of
my first one hundred
efforts to do verse.
I didn't think about it,
I guess I could do worse.

I'm happy I could do a
poem just for you and you,
to bring to you a moment,
a memory or two.
To take you back to places
you have near forgot or
feelings that were special
and will leave you not.
A scene, a sight, a sound
of someone not around,
a moment in eternity lost
at a terrible, terrible cost.

Or maybe just 
some silly things
that much laughter bring.
Some prank
you did pull that
made someone else
a fool.
You all fell down
in careless mirth
and laughed for all 
that you were worth.

Yes, a hundred verses
proudly were writ
and placed where 
we all gather,
where we all met:
upon branches
of the internet.
So if I'm granted time
and inspiration too,
I'll keep on writing
until the mighty "two"
hundred that is!

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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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