by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

They ask me “Where was I?” 
on that September day.
I had to stop and think:
was I at work or play?
I remember being stunned
as most about me were.
We looked at one another,
we could hardly stir.

Being an old soldier
(make that a Marine)
who'd stood close
to war and death,
most of all I’ve seen.
'Twas beyond my knowing
the horror of that scene,
my mind could not grasp it
or what it did mean.

Were we at war again?
No, it could not be.
War dogs were howling
a call to you and me.
In spite of all my years
and maddening tears,
I would've joined
the ranks again and
done so with out fear.

The years have passed
since that fall day,
we've sent our
youth to fight.
Questions remain
whether it was
wrong or right.
Wrong or right,
it was their plight
to be where
 bombs are falling.

We send them prayers
and calling cards
and other stuff of note.
We respect their efforts,
they are our one last hope.
We’ll bring them home
on their two feet
to march them down
our Main Street
with Old Glory
waving high.

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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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