by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 1942-Sept. 1945
How long, how long,
Oh Lord, oh Lord,
Must they stay bravely
Standing
Before the guns
Of modern Huns,
Who live but for our dying?
Did they forget
To set the clocks
To call a halt
To death for naught
But someone’s
Blind ambition?
We are Marines
And do not cease
To battle 'til
We’re commanded;
It matters not that we are caught
Somewhat short handed.
We have fought
The odds before
And stood in victory;
We’ve charged the beach
And took the shore
With naught behind but sea.
Whene'er our country
Called us
We’ve answered to the call
For ours is not to reason why
But only just to do
Or die.
It is the spirit
Of the Corps.
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.
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