by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
Skies are once more darkened,
War clouds cover the land:
They've sent our boys out
To fight on bloody sand.
Once again they
Face an enemy
Filled with bitterness
And hate,
A fanatic of
Dire proportions,
Unwilling to reason
Or debate.
We do not understand
His passion for war and strife,
We have bought for him
Freedom,
With our blood
And life.
His God is ours,
They tell me,
A singular being
Of love.
Yet he cries out
Not for mercy,
But for revenge
From heaven above.
Lord, help us convince him
We mean him no harm,
As per se.
We wish him a
Good life and living,
So we can be
On our way.
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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.
