by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I was sittin' on my tank
in jungle green, dark and dank.
wondering what folks back home
were doin' while I did roam.

I heard they all had it bad,
workin' hard and feelin' sad
about their boys so far from home
across the wide Pacific's foam.

It occurred to me that they all cared
and most of 'em were downright scared
of getting news they dare not read
for fear it would make hearts bleed.

I thought of fathers and mothers
and brothers young and eager
to help us win this bloody war,
they thought their efforts meager.

But we out here appreciate 
they cannot all be with us.
Their work is needful to the war,
it helps us do what we're here for,
we cannot do without them.

So I for one praise their grit
though different from our own.
They watch, wait, work, pray
and face alone another day that
may bring home news that they
have made a difference to the fray
we all face together.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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