by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

I snuggle into my warm bed
to sleep like I was dead,
the clock doesn’t
know that I do
and wakes me up
in an hour or two.

I twist and turn in bed
with memories
running in my head
of things long past,
I wonder how
the thoughts do last.

Scenes and thoughts
come passing by
of a dark
and smoky sky,
of beaches cluttered
with the dead,
of moments filled
with dire dread,
of things we had to do.

Finally I close my eyes
and breathe a
long belabored sigh
for sleep has come
to my relief
and I find some
blessed sleep.  

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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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