by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 1942~Sept. 1945
I'm sittin' on
My ol’ back porch,
A spittin' seeds
And swattin' flies,
And thinkin' of days
That used to be.
I was once a young Marine,
No fightin' action
Had I seen
Until the Corps
Found itself a war.
It wasn't long after this,
A few months at the best,
I found myself
A goin' south,
I was not alone
You'd guess.
We jumped out of our
Higgins boats
And charged ashore
Real fast,
It seemed there
Were some fellers there
That said we could not pass.
Well, we paid them fellers
Not much mind
We gave them such a whuppin'
They tucked their tails
A ‘tween their legs
And whimpered
They was through.
There warn't much left of them
When we left those
Sandy shores,
But they had some relatives
Our existence
They deplored.
So we set out
To let them know,
We warn't much
On quittin',
So we just had
To kick some butt
And all of it
Was hissin'.
Now this went on for quite a spell,
We whipped their asses good,
To say that we were winnin',
Well, that was understood.
Then some feller got real smart
And made the biggest bomb.
And it was Sayonara
And we all left for home.
So here I sit
On my 'ol back porch
A sittin' and a thinkin'.
I don't regret I joined the Corps,
It gave me some adventure,
And if I had not done it
I'd a missed out on the drinkin'!
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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.
