by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

When I step out my door
and chill wind hits my skin,
my mind goes back
to the days
of misery
at Chosin.

We drove the foe 
to the Yalu and
nearly had it made
when hordes of men
with yellow skin
came screaming 
to the place.

We stood our ground
and fought with
all our skill but we
could not overcome
the masses of men
to kill.

The way to safer ground
was long and cold
but we had the will
to fight the foe and
so we did hold.

The lads were froze
and needed food
and a warm place 
to sleep for
on the trails
of hard travails
snow was cold
and deep.

To them it was
a second hell for
they'd been there before
as some had fought
in torrid climes
no better or no worse.

The long days 
passed in grim retreat,
they lived with
frozen hands and feet.
They carried home
their wounded and
they carried home
the dead for
no Marine is left
upon the field,
this must be said.

In time they
all left the field and
drew a line in the sand.
'Tis here we stand 
or here we die,
we surrender
to no man.

The line still stands
between the lands
guarded and secure,
a grim reminder
of the past,
let it ever endure.
Semper Fi!

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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The Chosin Few