by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I remember the day 
I shot the range:
'twas cold and rainy.
That ol' DI walked
up and down
to check up 
on his training.

We lay there on that
damp ol' ground
our ponchos spread about,
our elbow dug into the mud,
our shoulders did cry out.

We squeezed them
off one by one
and watched them
hit the bull and
when they were 
all counted out
our score was 
pretty full.

I walked with pride
down mountainside
to campground
far below.
I was one of the
few that day
who brought the
high score home.

I wore it on my
blouse with pride and
added another, too.
My pistol arm
was in great form, 
which helped 
for number two.

I qualified for 
every one of
the weapons 
that we drew.
I felt so proud
to be allowed
a member of
The Few.

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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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