by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I dug a hole 
into the sand
about the size of
an average man.
'Twas not too big
nor too deep,
it is where I
intend to sleep.

Trucks are lined
in a row,
and the rest.
 Between these 
monster motors
we all shall find
a bit of rest.

We never know
just when to duck,
the rounds come 
in as pairs.
A mortar or
a rocket
will come flying
through the air.

Perhaps we’ll be lucky
and not be put upon,
perhaps there will be
no wounded at
the break of dawn.
Perhaps we'll make it
through the night
and watch the sun
 come up bright.
And perhaps the
company commander
won't be writing 
letters home.

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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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I Dug A Hole