by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

When I was a youngin'
'afore I was a teen,
I used to go to church
near the village green.

The preacher was a fine old man
so kind and forgivin',
he taught all about the Lord
and how we should be livin'.
He told us all
how to love and
keep the sabbath holy,
that what we learned
today would
keep us happy
everyday if
faith and love
were carried.

Sometimes I look back to then
and wonder where I began
to loose the wisdom
of his words.
Perhaps it was the livin’. . .

. . .I sailed away
one summer day,
it was so long ago.
They sat us down
upon some ground
that people there 

We stayed and fought
and won the day
and yet our feelings
were not gay for
death had played
a dreadful part
and left a stain
upon our hearts that
would not go away.

The love that I 
had been taught
went for nothing,
went for naught.
Though love is good 
for many things,
war is not among them.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Regimental Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Tarawa and Guadalcanal during a 33-month overseas tour.

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