Cook103

by Cpl. Robert L. Cook

Jan. 42~Sept. 45

Oh bugler, bugler

Standing tall,

Please sound the best one

Of them all.

My belly gurgles,

Groans and gripes,

It is in dire distress.

A simple sounding

Of the call

'Tis all that I request.

The time since I last

Did eat or drink

Is far longer than

I care to think.

Those shingles

And their topping spare,

Have left me standing

In despair.

Be kind and sound

The chow call now,

Before I fall

Upon my brow.

From going long

Without subsistence,

I need you now

For my existence.

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About the author: Robert 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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