by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
He stood beside the bar,
His sleeves rolled up afar,
And the arms of tan
Stood out like bands
Of steel.
You could see the pictures there
Where his arms were bare,
For they stood out strong
Like they were worn with pride.
You could tell from his demeanor
That he'd never been a dreamer.
And you knew just
Where he was comin' from.
He stood 'bout six feet two,
Had some gray and
A wrinkle, too.
But his shoulders
Still held their promise.
There was somethin' about the man
That was hard to understand,
'Less you have seen
His kind before.
He wore the
Anchor, Globe and Eagle,
And to fill out the space,
He had his old division patch
Implanted in it's place.
He walked with pride,
This old Marine,
He knew he'd been the best.
And with the qualities
He had gained,
He knew that he was blessed!
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**About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942~44, at Guadalcanal & Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
