by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I ain't a real gourmet
and can safely say that
caviar's not my favorite dish.

Truth be told let me unfold
the kind of grub I like:
taters, gravy, and hominy grits
 and sausages und kraut, 
beans and pork 
and for what its worth
most things from the south.

So you can well imagine
my shock and my dismay
when I first encountered
the rations they displayed.

There was for your selection
three solitary cans,
one for every meal you ate
never mind the brand.

They gave to you a single choice
among the lowly three of
hash or beans or powdered eggs:
Which one will it be?

Most of the guys that I knew
were just like me,
when it came to eatin'
they weren't fond C's.

Later on in that-there war
there came about a change,
a package showed up on the line
all dipped in wax and so refined.
I think they called it
by the letter K.

The boys were much elated
over what we'd found,
there were so many goodies
they must've weighed a pound.

There inside the Rations K
were cigarettes in number,
sugar cubes and cheeses
and other bits of plunder.

Some of them were meant for lunch
and some of them for dinner
and if that was all you ate
you'd be gettin' thinner.

So give a cheer and drink a beer
be glad that you are over here,
and rations will never
cross your table.

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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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