by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
"Boondockers" as they called 'em,
Back in '42.
They were the toughest leather
That mankind ever knew.
They warn't much fer 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 warn't any better
That you could call a shoe.
I trucked a million miles or more,
At least it seems to me.
I wore them 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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**About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942~44, at Guadalcanal & Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
