by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I sit before these silent keys
waiting for words to come,
words that will make
sense of these
random phrases
that come to me in
wild and scattered mazes.

Sometimes they come,
sometimes they don’t
but what am I to do?
I can't leave this board
with naught upon its pane,
'twould be a loss
of time and space
should I give up now.
What would you think of me
if I desert the plow?

I have an obligation to
those who read my stuff,
I will not e'er desert them
though writing
gets quite tough.

The world gets smaller
each and every day,
there is much to think about
and so much more to do.
I guess I’ll have to 
stay in touch and
see the matter through.

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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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