by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I heard the bugles
sound today,
their mournful music
they did play.
I stood beside the
site of graves
and stood at full
attention.

The stones stood out
in bold relief,
the lines were long,
they stood for grief.
No eye was dry,
no voice was still,
the air was warm
yet it was chill.

We who were missed
by shot and shell
still question why
and cannot tell
the reason why
we stand here now
except to honor
those who fell.

Let not our minds
forget these days
for they grow fewer
as we grey and
time will bless
us everyone
by adding us
to the final sum.

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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 Heard The Bugles