by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
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 o'er 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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**About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942~44, at Guadalcanal & Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
