by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
Each day I see
Upon my screen,
The death of another
Good Marine.
Each day they list
Another name,
Like it was
A claim to fame.
Each day a mother
Stands in tears,
She has known
Her very worst fear.
And then, of course,
They must show
Young Marines
Standing in row.
Rifles held at
Ready fire,
Sounding loud
And sounding dire.
As a bugle blows
The lingering
Sound
That echoes over
The hallowed ground.
Announcing now,
For all to hear,
That this man died
Showing no fear.
Doing duty
That was his,
As did all
He stood beside.
Vainly trying
To stop the tide
Of a war that
Will not die.
Semper Fi!
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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.
