by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I remember when I came home from war
the Corps had sent me way afar,
when I set foot on this fair land
without parade or Marine band
I was happy to have arrived,
I was safe . . . I was alive.

After thirty days at home
they sent me back for duty
to Jacksonville NAS
and I really must confess
it was not my kind of duty.
I ain't that kind a Marine
who enjoys being mean
to guys in brigs for
minor things like
being late for roll call.

The Corps ain't apt to ask
if you like the stuff they give,
it's yours to do
it's yours to live
no matter how you slice it.

There I was
on the base
when all the fun
was taking place on
VJ day downtown.
All the huggin' was goin' on
and ladies fair were plenty.
I sat behind my stupid desk
cussin' at my very best and
I was very good at that.

I stayed on post
till fall arrived
and they figured
I warn't worth keepin'
so they gave me
a travel chit and
took me down the road a bit
to where the choo-choo
picked up me and baggage.

I was home in one big piece
with all I started out with.
For that I cannot thank the Corps,
they put me in places I abhorred
and told me I should hold my place
then with pluck and
some dumb luck I
managed to evade the issue.

So here I am at eighty-six
with all those years behind me
and until my time runs out
this is where you'll find me.

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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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