by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

"Boondockers" as they
 called 'em back in '42,
they were the toughest leather
that mankind ever knew.

They wern't much for lookin'
with their rough side
turned to out,
they wouldn't take a polish
if you'd spit or rub or shout.

But when it came to mud and wet
and salt water up the wazoo
there wern't any better
that you could call a shoe.

I trucked a million miles or more
at least it seems to me,
I wore 'em mostly here at home
and always overseas.

I don't know what they wear today
I hope they're half as good,
I know I won't forget them
nor do I think I should.

For those old booners kept me safe
from rocks and sand and gore
and though I live a thousand years
I could not ask for more.

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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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