by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

What can you say about a tent
that can be said in compliment?
If you have spent, the same as I,
so many nights not warm or dry.

A tent is something not profound
except when sleeping on the ground
beneath a tree or a shelter-half.
That ain't funny, so don't laugh.

Memories I have of tents
and all the time that I've spent
beneath their damp and musty tops
atop dirt-packed floors you couldn't mop.
Their windy sides, that you could roll,
kept not out the rain or cold.

Like I said in Stanza One:
they ain't much but
better than none.

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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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