by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
Of all the men of whom I've written,
There is one with whom I'm smitten.
Upon his hat he wears a cross,
You'll find him where life is lost.
He cares not if bullets are flying,
He is where there's hurt and dying.
Kneeling by some wounded man,
He gives kind words
And holds his hand.
What would life be
Without his blessings?
Not nearly as good,
I am confessing.
We thank you for your presence here,
We thank you for your kindness.
We thank you for your good cheer,
For things that you remind us.
When battle flags are all unfurled,
Let there be upon it
A symbol of this holy man,
Emblazoned there for
For all to see,
That stands for God
And liberty!
Let no man put asunder!
Semper Fi!
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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.
