by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

They sent him home 
in a metal box,
sealed so none
could see
what happens to 
a good Marine
when a rocket hits
his Humvee.

He was just a
very young lad,
a Marine
he wanted to be
so he dropped
his graduation
and signed away
his liberty.

He made it through
his boot camp,
he shot expert
on the range,
he couldn’t wait
to do his best.
His demeanor 
was not strange.

He was now 
a strong Marine and
wished to ply his trade,
the Corps was glad
to help him,
he thought he had it made.
They shipped him off
to do his thing with
a company to help,
it didn’t take him
long to know,
and to find himself.

He was on
 his first patrol
when heaven 
called him home.
He never felt 
the fear, he
never felt alone,
he died a quick
painless death,
a Marine unto
the end.

Marines aren't all heroes,
most are ordinary guys
who go forth
to do their jobs and
do it all with pride.
They never shirk their duty,
such shame would never do,
they carry forth
their banners and
the red, the white
and the blue.

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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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