by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I think that I
can thank the war
for giving me legs
that have carried me far.
The miles and miles
that I have trod
gave me strength
and I thank God
for the shape
that I am now.

I do not need
a cane or chair,
I can walk to 
get me there.
Why I can even
touch the floor
with a little effort
and nothing more.

My hands can type
and they can bend,
I pull my zippers
to the end.
My glasses, they 
are not new
but I see well,
much like you.

So just as long
as I can move
and smell fresh air
and bacon too,
then I'll not
lie down
and die.
I'll tell the world
that I'm alive!

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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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