by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

An old Marine
sat in his chair
and watched 
his old TV.
The scene
that he saw 
was very raw
and disturbed 
his memory.

It was from days
when he was young
and a very gung-ho
Marine.
He watched
as the men 
charged the shore
with rifles at the port,
he watched as the men
fought to the end
and could fight no more.

He remembered well
that fateful day
when he was 
part of that crew
who gave their all
and went with the call
before they were
shot through and through.

Time has a way of
dimming the mind
of things of long ago,
of cluttering
the mind
with things
we define
as things
we wish
were untrue.

Memories are a
wonderful thing
to carry us
through the years,
they remind us
of our courage,
they remind us
of out fears.
They tell us we are
still alive,
regardless
of our years.

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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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