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

​We’re stretched out
from coast to coast
360 million strong,
we have a government
of our select and
it’s most always wrong.
We don’t riot
we don’t throw rocks
it’s not our kind of thing,
we’d rather sit around
and hear somebody sing.

Politics get on our nerves
it’s such a waste of time,
seems to go on forever
without reason or rhyme.
I’d give them all just
three months and a
million bucks to spend,
if they can’t say 
it all by then,
tough luck and
would be the end.

Now I ain’t happy
with this mess and
I’m sure you ain’t, too,
but I'll do my very best
to see it all through.
When it comes to vote'n
I’ll be there in the throng
and I’m hope’n that my vote,
will be more right than wrong.

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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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