by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

He settled into his favorite chair
next to fire and Xmas tree
watching children playing there
as happy as they could be.

He dozed and napped
and slipped away
to another Xmas day
when he was a lad
and times were bad.

It was a sad sung song,
he recalled his first sled
all shiny and red and
skates that went along,
his stocking filled
 With little things
good for play and school.

Brother Bob got a ball
 though he was quite small
 and a bat of genuine wood.
There was no tree
for you see times
were not very good.

Dinner that came
was really quite plain,
no turkey was there
on their plates but
mother and father
gave thanks to the Lord for
providing whatever they ate.

Though days that passed
Were many and
his beard was like the snow,
he had fought to save his country,
his wounds he would not show.

There was pride in
battles he had fought
and of men who
stood beside him
through shot and shell;
most had gone to heaven,
some had gone to hell.

His days was numbered
but he was not concerned,
he'd earned a place in heaven,
he was waiting for his turn.

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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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