by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

Officers, to most us
who in the ranks do serve,
often are a bloody pain 
who get on all our nerves.

We carry out orders that
come down from the top,
we often wonder,
"Where in hell did
they get the bloody lot?"

Some things I've had to do
somewhat flustered me
but still I did them best I could,
never questioned if I should.

A soldier, sailor or Marine
who does his duty well
may wonder if he should've done
what could send him to Hell.

He can't question his command,
'tis not his lot to do
but carry out his orders
and hope he will not rue.

Our officers are vital for
heading up command,
without them we'd wander,
like the shifting sand.

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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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