by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

Fifty years have
come and gone
since we last greeted 
a wintry dawn.
We marines
and soldiers too
who fought the fight
that too few knew
was fought 
to keep at bay
the scourge of Asia
of that day.

We pushed him
through the
cold and dark,
from freezing valley 
to mountaintop.
We did not pause,
we did not stop,
we met him there
where he was strong.
We met him and
we were not wrong
to think that we
could forbear.

With our might
and with our main
we followed to
the monster's lair
where we were
set upon
by hordes of
yellow human
tides that 
were beyond our
best response.

Marines die hard,
we take defeat
begrudgingly.
We stay the course
come what may
and hold to fight
another day.
We leave the field
but rarely so
and our retreats
are always slow.
We leave no man
that is our own
in some far-off
foreign land,
a grave  unknown.

No waiting crowds
did line the streets,
we came home
like wayward sheep
falling back into
the daily grind and
worked in fields and
dark, dark mines
to keep the country
well and stable,
we did whatever
we were able.

So now that time
has passed along,
let us take the time
to say, "Well done!"
to men who
were never given
laurels they deserve.
Remember Korea!

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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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