by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan 42-Sep 45

I can hardly recognize 
the arms they tote today,
they look kind of rugged
and kind of strange
and mean.
There are a lot of numbers 
'twixt  M-ones and M-sixteens.

I'm sure there are advantages
in shootin' irons today;
they got lots more fire power
than my trusty ol' M1.
But just the same, ol' buddy,
we got the job done.

They stood us proud
in ice and snow and
Pacific island sand.
And water was no problem;
you could dry it off
by hand.

You could easily strip it
in a minute, more or less,
be you laying down or
kneeling in the mess,
or if for time 
you were pressed.
And squeezing off
a single round
was a feeling
most profound.

I'm lucky
to have had my war,
that is all behind 
and yet,
I kinda miss it all,
from reveille
to chow call.

To beers downed at
the ol' slopchute
with guys
who didn't give 
a hoot
be they sergeants 
or new-made boots.

Beneath it all
we all knew
we were Marines
through and through.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942-44, at  Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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