by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 42-Sep 45

A bugle is a simple thing,
not much for looks or class.
Until you hear it proudly sing of
morning colors shining bright
against the blue sky after night
has faded with the dawn.

From its place across the field
it speaks to us below,
to tell us of the things to do
and places we should go.
It sounds alarms if need be
or just to come to chow,
and payday and assembly
of when or where or how.

Its clarion voice
when sounding "Charge!"
across the battlefield
sends out a call
to one and all,
"Go forth and do not yield!"

Of all the calls that it doth do
throughout the livelong day,
'tis "Taps" that 
brings me close to God,
and finishes my day.

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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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The bugle that was aboard the USS Arizona (BB-39) on 7 Dec. 1941, rests on flag as a reminder of that fatal day at Pearl Harbor.