by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 1942–Sept. 1945

Old Glory hangs on high
beneath a troubled sky,
her warriors are all astray,
a thousand miles away.
They carry on a fight
and know not if it’s right,
they die in each others’ arms,
their dying should give alarm
that this fight cannot be won
by swords, rifles or big guns.

You cannot change a million
minds by shot and shell,
you cannot reach into the heart
where the man does dwell.
What he has become is
not for us to understand
for we grew up in a foreign
land where freedom was
the word of the day.

So gather back to her bosom
these men of pride and glory.
We have done our best
and now the rest
is up to men
who worry.

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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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