by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I went to visit a buddy
from many years ago;
he was from my division,
his age he did show.

He doesn't hear
too good today,
his eyes aren't sharp
but he remembers
every detail
since the day
that he did start.

He remembers things
do clearly that
I have long forgot,
sbout the little things
yhat makes a happening
do distinctly stand out.

Like going down a cargo net
and missing the last step
or having fingers
stepped upon
while going down the net,
or packing sand
in a bucket
from the beach
when he was just a boot.

He remembers being in
a fight when the ammo
was running low and
taking from the wounded
to carry on the show.

Sharing water
with a buddy
whose canteen
gad been plugged
and later on
wrapped him
in his poncho
'cause he had
caught a slug.

The years he spent 
in civvies
as a postwar
working man of
working like a demon
so he could raise his kids.
Now he sits and wonders
how he did it all.

So time, that great healer,
will take us by the hand
and lead us to
a better place and
we will understand
the why's and all
the what for's
of why we are
a man.

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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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