by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

It’s been a long war,
we will all agree and
they're all far from home,
not like you and me.
We read about them
or on TV we see
their efforts as they 
fight this war
in hell's eternity.

We cannot give them
all enough to
compensate the fact
they fight this war
for other folks
who will not watch 
their backs.

No help is coming
to the ranks
from those who
should be saying thanks
for taking away
the evil of a
monster’s dynasty.

Their foes are fanatics,
they are not of this world,
we cannot fight
that kind of mind
where death is not
a fearsome fright.

We thought that we
were doing right
whenever we 
took up the fight,
we thought that we
 could bring to light
the kind of life
that we hold dear
and they could live
without a fear.

When is enough,
 enough?
We know that we
 can hang tough,
our valor is not
depleted yet but
shall we waste it
on a cause
we cannot see
nor feel?

Why can we not 
just leave the field
though it is not
our forté
to quit a fight
with noble cause
is really not
our way.

So bring them home
and bind their wounds
and waste not
another life.
Let those for whom
we’ve sacrificed 
make best
 their own way.

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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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