by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

When I lie down
for my last snooze
and if I still have
the right to choose,
just lay me
out gently in
my old blues.

Make sure my brass
is shiny bright,
my stripes not askew,
my hash marks
all arranged
for all the boots
to view.

My blood stripes
smooth along my legs
a spit shine
on my shoes.
All things must be
very right
when I wear
my old blues.

Place me on a
horse-drawn cart,
lead me to my grave.
Fire for me a volley,
tell them I was brave.
Oh, bugler,
hold that long last note
and let it fade away
as I will the morrow
my very final day!

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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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MY OLD BLUES