by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 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 to send an SOS?
As strong as we were
before this bloody 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 us from the brink,
put a steady hand on the tiller,
guide us safely
over rocks and shoals.

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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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