by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
Once again
Those staid Marines
Have fought
And have prevailed.
They pressed the foe,
Did not let go
And won the victory.
Their path was rough,
They had it tough,
They carried the
Heaviest mail.
No welcome banners
Did they see,
'Til they had won
The victory
And calmed
The furious gale.
Now the job,
To hold the mob,
And keep close
Harmony
Will fall on the Corps.
They are implored
To keep the nation
Free.
The day will come
When they are done,
And back among
The free.
Will they be met
As heroes yet
For winning liberty?
Or just ignored
As a conquering
Horde
And just let 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.
