by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
I must say, I do not know
The modern-day Marine,
I've never seen his barracks
Or where he takes his beans.
The last I seen of barracks
Was back a long, long time,
When they were all
Of double decks
And racks and racks
Of double sacks.
I had myself a corner bunk
With window and
A wall,
And my old foot locker
And that was all.
It was as close to home
As I could get,
And if they had not
Thrown me out
I'd probably be there yet.
I know the Corps
Has changed
For better, I am sure.
It's different
In a different way
And still has
It's old allure.
Forgive this old Marine
For dwelling in the past.
These memories I cherish,
And hold on to the last.
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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.
