by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

A thousand a day 
are marching away
up the long, long trail
the ranks grow thin of
these marching men
who fought 
so long ago.

They called them
the great generation,
who came from city and farm
to turn back the tide
of aggression 
of which the devil
 had borne.

No place was too distant
no place was too hot or cold,
they placed one foot 
afore another and
stood tall and bold.

Since their time was recorded
they were followed
by the young
of the day,
they carried the flag
with tradition,
as is the Marine way.

Let no man doubt
our mission
as it was then
as is now:
We will fight for a
thing called our freedom
till we are no more.
Semper Fi! 

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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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Thousand A Day