by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

He was just a lad
when he signed up for the Corps,
they sent him out to 'Diego
to do his boot camp tour.
He landed in Platoon 38
in Camp Elliot's domain.

He stood about six foot
and was no pretty-boy,
his coutenance
was rugged
yet pleasant to see.
His leadership was
evident and
all could plainly see
he was a take-charge
kind of guy and
they let him be.

They made him "Guide On"
the first day they
did troop and drill,
he'd his buddies'
whole respect,
they bore him
no ill will.
He was not
a show off,
no one could
say or tell.

With boot camp over
he was assigned to
Company D, a
rugged fighting outfit
as anyone could see.
Dog Company
in the old days were
machine-gunners
bar none.
They tromped hills and valleys
from dawn to setting sun,
their bodies were tempered
like the steel
in every gun.

Within the ranks
he soon made Corporal
 and he fitted well,
as a leader of a squad
he kept his men in line
and with his assistance
he made those
gunners fine.

When he made Sergeant
it was time to board ship,
they had their orders
and were ready to skip,
eager to be
about the task that
they had signed on for.

'Twas early in June when
they took their place aboard,
they settled in
to ship's routine of
sweeping decks and
reading magazines.
They did a lot of landings
along the lower coast,
they got the hang of
climbing nets and
charging to the shore,
of setting up a
field of fire and
cleaning sand
from bores.
Then they would
scurry back aboard
and do the same
damn thing again!

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