by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
If you love your comfort
Don't be a Marine,
Comfort ain't on the menu
Or nothin' in between.
They don't give you nothin'
To make your tour
Serene.
They keep you mad
And flustered,
They want you to be
Mean.
So when it comes
To fightin',
You'll be supreme.
There ain't none
In a foxhole
Where you will
Likely be,
There ain't none
On a battlefield
That you will
Ever see.
There ain't none
On a troop ship
When you are far
At sea.
There ain't none
'Til you get
To home,
The only place
To be.
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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.
