by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

When I was young
and in my prime
and newly wedded
to the Corps,
thought I was hot,
believe it or not,
or so I
have been told.

My khakis were 
so neatly pressed,
my shirts both
gore and aft,
my spit shine
was the envy of
each man
from first 
unto the last.

I never was 
accosted by the
guards upon the gate,
my uniform 
was always right,
looking good
brass all bright.
My cap was slanted
so just right,
I was a poster boy.

I trod the streets
of 'Diego town
and went to 
every bar and
you can bet
my drinkin'
was really up to par.
I could hold 
my liquor,
didn't stagger,
didn't fall,
my liberties in 'Diego
were the best of all.

But then there was
 New Zealand,
how can I ever forget?
The cobbers 
we drank with
were buddies,
you can bet.

We drank them dry
of Waitemata beer
and all they had
of scotch.
And old 'JD'
was often gone
before 
'last call'
did sound.
We shouted loud
for one more round
before we staggered home.

So who's to say
which one is best,
the many or the few?
We were warriors
on a quest,
the proud, the brave
the Few.

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The authorRobert 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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When I Was Young