by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

Is it sin if I
want to leave 
a footprint
in the sand?
Is it wrong 
if I want 
to leave the world
a part of my being?
Can I not have
a nod of recognition?

Like all artists,
I want to feel
known for something,
to be a part of 
the universe,
of the human

I am grateful
to the many
who have read
and commented,
and to the many
who read and said naught. 

If I have brought
to you a little wisdom,
perhaps a laugh
or two, then
I have done
my duty to
you and you.

When I have passed
the outer banks
and sailed to the 
shore afar,
may a bit of me
stay safely in
your hearts.

I have not yet pulled
at my anchor,
I am firmly still in place.
With a little luck
I'll not hoist
and sail away
until another day.

Semper Fi!

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

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