by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

There is an old guy
who looks back at me
When I look in the mirror,
I know it can't be me
for I so much younger be.
I see a guy who
stands up tall,
whose hair is blonde
No gray at all,
who looks so good
in his uniform,
who had so,
so much charm
the ladies did
about him swarm.
And he was king 
of all surveyed,
there was naught
he could not do
and do it well.

Can it be 
in this old guy
there stands a man
such as me who
once was young
with energy to
whip the world
with one hand
behind him tied.
Who endured
and did not cry,
who bore the name
"U.S. Marine"
with more than just
a little pride?

He fought
many a battle
and won them
one by one but
the battle that
he's fighting now
is not to be won.
The clock
it is ticking loud
the days go quickly by,
sunset is not far away,
he can but softly sigh.
He knows that he
has left his mark
on people
whom he knew,
who will slowly
bow their heads
with a memory 
0r two.

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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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