by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 1942-Sept. 1945
Parris Island is a place
That’s known to all and sundry,
From here they turn out
New Marines
Be it Monday or a Sunday.
I stood with others on the deck
As they marched
In perfect step
To positions at attention on the field.
The band, it played a marching tune,
With piccolo and big bassoon,
And drums that would not be quiet.
The troops all marched in perfect time
And halted in a perfect line
Across the parade deck,
They did fine
Before the people
That were gathered there.
The colors were all unfurled,
Our banners told
The whole world
That these men and women were Marines
And members of the greatest team
That ever set a foot
On mother earth.
I stood with eyes that held a tear,
I saw them all standing there
And knew that once
There stood I.
I envied them their rank and file
But inside I had to smile
In knowing that I was looking
At the best.
Their movements were
All smart and sharp
From hand salute
To “Attention!”
They were so perfect
At their trade
I really had to mention.
So let’s be grateful,
One and all,
That men and women like these
Are standing tall,
Taking their place
In the ranks.
For this I give
A heartfelt “Thanks.”
Semper Fi!
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About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
