by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

They say it ain't over
as any fool can see,
they got a lot to do
before it can ever be.
There's shootin'
in the streets,
there's blood 
upon the sand,
there is a frustration
in every native man.
He does not realize
as yet that
we are there
to help him get
the thing that he 
has never had:
Freedom.

It long to do
what we were sent 
there to do:
Give back to this man
his own,
his own exalted land
where his forefathers
took their stand
in centuries gone by.

The history of the world
was born in this 
barren land, the
 sand beneath his feet
was trod by 
Abraham and Isaac.
The civilizations
of the world
began with thoughts
here unfurled,
to set man on
his troubled way
to reach the minds
that are today:
The leaders of this
free, free world.

Impatient and ill at ease,
the liberated
are not pleased.
Our efforts are not
yet perceived 
to be the promised
pleasure.
We can only hope 
and pray
that little gains 
along the way
will bring to them
the promised measure.

Then may they have 
the path made clear
by we who have borne
the brunt of battle.
Let the blood
that we have shed
bring gratefulness
from all who
are rewarded.

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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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Hell, It Ain't Over