by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

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
snd 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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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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