by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
They say there's a war on.
I say that's true.
Ain't nothin like
The one we fought
Way back in '42.
They say it's hard to tell
The enemy today.
They ain't got no uniforms
And no where do they stay.
No tellin' where you
Will find them,
Behind a rock or tree,
Or in some dank ol' cave
Not fit for you or me!
I surely do not envy
The kids in rank today.
Yeah! We had it tough
But in a different way.
I knew who I was shootin' at,
T'wernt no doubt of that.
I knew because they wore
A different kind of hat!
And they was out
In front of me
And I was glad for that!
I never fought in no damn town
Where I could not
Move around.
I had the sky above me
And stood on solid ground.
I knew if I got wounded,
Likely I'd be found.
I'd be lost,
In this damn war
It's not for the likes of me.
I guess it's well I had my day
And came back whole and free!
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About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942~44, at Guadalcanal
and Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
