by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 1942-Sept. 1945
I do not wish to spread woe,
Such words do hurt so.
What faith have we
If we cannot see
The future
In a shinning light?
It is difficult to see
What lies ahead
When all around me
Is a turbulent sea.
Where does our country
Fit into this bloody mess?
Is it time so send out and SOS?
As strong as we were
Before this blood war,
Is how frazzled
We are today.
Our troops are still on foreign ground,
Day by day we’re being whittled down,
Are there flags enough
To go around?
Shall we take our silly pride
And toss it aside
And admit we made
A damn mistake?
Oh Lord, hear us now!
Use your strength to turn the tide,
Help him overcome his pride.
Pull our country from the brink,
Put a steady hand upon the tiller,
Guide us safely
Over rocks and shoals.
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The author: Robert Cook served with Regimental Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Tarawa
& Guadalcanal during a 33-month overseas tour.
Robert's latest
book: Poems By A Marine
Speak Not in Dire Phrases
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read a review of Robert's novel.
