by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

We never had no kevlar
way back in 1942,
'twixt me and a bullet
was just a thread or two.
Our leggins n’ boondockers
kept out the bloody sand,
they were enough protection
for most any man.

We had an old poncho
that kept middlin’ dry,
we used it for a cover-up
and for those that did die.
We thought we were getting rich
when they brought us MREs,
they was somewhat different
than hash, pork n’ beans.

As wars go on
as they surely will,
they’re more complex
and better at the kill.
Don’t matter what they issue
the man upon the ground
will be the one that takes 
that last killing round.

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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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