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

Reckon I’ve writ
about everything 
that does pertain
to the Marines

I have covered 
the battlefield,
and a lot 
that’s in between
but one thing that
has been left out,
and you reason why,
is that ol’ slit trench
open to the sky

Now it was the 
place to go
when you really
had to go,
twarn’t nothing
fancy nor very
accommodatin’
but it filled the bill
and kept you 
from waitin’

You really needed to be
very well balanced
for there was nothin’
to hold you up
to keep you out
of the stuff
that lay there
just below you

If the weather
was cold and damp,
twarn’t nothing 
you could do as
you were at the mercy
of every wind that blew

If you were enriched
with the paper
necessary
then you were 
well prepared
for all the ordinary

No matter where I roam
’cross jungle or plains
I will always
remember
that slit trench
in the rain

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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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