by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

My mess kit 'twas dear to me,
I would not with it part.
I'd fill it almost to the brim
before I'd even start.

I carried it thru shot and shell,
it always served me very well.
I kept it neat and shiny clean,
the efforts of a good Marine.

They'd slop on mashed potatoes
and cover 'em with gravy
and tons of greasy beans
supplied by the Navy.

I didn't mind most
of what they gave;
I was a hungry fool
but when it came to
brussels sprouts,
they were agin my rules.

I carried it over beaches
and thru the salty brine.
I never once deserted
that good ol' friend of mine.

The last I saw of my good friend
was when they threw me out,
they said I would not need it
'cause I would not be about.

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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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My Ol' Mess Kit