by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

The day dawns cold
in desert lands,
the wind blows strong
across the sand.
The nights are long
when standing watch
and eyes need sleep.

Your weapon is
in need of care,
it is still gritty
from the sandy air.
You dust it off 
with an old T-shirt
that you found
lying in the dirt.

Your relief is due
right now,
you hope he makes it
across open ground.
That sniper who
you saw is
still waiting
across the draw.

The firefight that
you last fought
cost you a friend
who got caught
in crossfire
from the enemy
who you then sent
to eternity.

Another day has
come and gone
and you are here
to carry on
the fight  
that seems to
 never cease
but will no doubt
bring lasting peace.

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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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Count Not the Days