eagle, globe & anchor
OURS
by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

​We have a place 
we call our own
where we can gripe
and we can groan,
where we can 
tell it like it is or
like it ought to be.

Politics is to blame,
we have guys who
play the game of
what’s in it for me
and never think
of me and thee.

We have matters 
that are of money:
we don’t get much
and that ain’t funny,
our coffers are dry
our pockets empty
our living is skimpy.

We have elections 
upcoming but
I don’t expect
much change,
we’ve seen this 
thing before but
all stays the same.

Perhaps if we hang tough
and keep a steady hand
a welcome breeze may
come across the land.

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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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