by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I'm sittin' on
my ol’ back porch
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
going 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
who said we could not pass.

We paid them fellers
not much mind, we gave
them such a whuppin'
they tucked their tails
between their legs
and whimpered
they was through.

There wasn't much left of
them when we left those
sandy shores but they
had some relatives
and 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'.

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 am on
my 'ol back porch
sitting 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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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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