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

There's a long, long
trail behind me,
the horizon
has no glow,
I've sung the glory
of the Corps and
I ought to know.

I have tried to 
keep the wonder of
fighting in the Corps,
I've forgotten
the misery and
the bloody gore,
there ain’t no freakin’
glamor in dying
for 'what for'.

When you lay a-dying 
with half of you
no more,
you’re apt to forget
the reason you
joined up with
the Corps.

There ain’t no fun
and games in
blood and guts
and such,
there ain’t no war
that’s worth it
no matter 
how much.

We've fought our
nation’s battles
in air, on land
and sea,
we left too many
good men in
pursuit of liberty.

  It’s time we
called halt
to battles
we must win,
to trying to police
thru thick n’thin.
It ain’t our
freakin' business to
 correct the world's

So let us take 
a breather and
let the world
we have done
naught for which,
we must atone.

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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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