by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I know there are
 guys like me
who get letters of
“Please send me”
from every cause
there has ever been
and feel like crap
‘cause you cannot send
the money that
you would like to.

I am haunted 
by the fact that I
am not loaded
to the sky
with dough that
I could send they
who badly need
a helping hand.

To guys who fought
and somehow won
but came back home
missing one
 now must wheel
themselves about
on wheels that
turn by hand,
of which they’re short.

Our hearts are full
of sad regrets
that government
does not its best
to forestall pained
and anguished minds
to which they are
so much inclined.

If we who
 have gone the route
would storm and cry
 and loudly shout
perhaps we could get
the coin they waste
on wars and pork
(a lousy disgrace)
and take care 
of those who need
more than love 
and sympathy.

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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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