by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

 I packed this ol’ rifle
over hill and dale,
thru soggy jungles
and down dusty trails.
It has never
deserted me, its
function did prevail.

In a hot fire fight
when I was hard pressed
it saved my bloody ass 
when I was distressed.

It was an old Springfield,
Model ’03, as rugged
as a rifle could ever be. 
I fired it on the range
and fired it in the field
and I must confess
it was a quite a thrill.

I cleaned it every time I sat,
my attention it did get
from its bolt to butt plate
it was clean, you can bet.
This ol’ rifle I gave up
when I mustered out,
I nearly cried an eyeful,
I really had a pout.

But looking back
I must say it
stood beside me
all the way.
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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My Ol' Rifle