by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

I’ve got two feet and
they’ve served me well,
they’ve carried me to heaven,
they’ve carried me thru hell.

I’ve climbed a mighty mountain,
I’ve trod a bloody beach
and in a far-off jungle
I was out of reach.

They carried me to school
when I was but a child,
I walked home for lunch
as it was but a mile.

I took ’em to the dances
and trod on others’ feet
and then there were blocks
I walked down the street.

Of course, I had ’em in the Corps
and trudged many a mile,
it was the thing they did,
it was just their style.

My feet have stood me
well and gave me little pain,
I’ve kept ’em very dry
in spite of all the rain.

So here is to my 
good ol’ feet,
I drink a toast to ’em
for they’ve been
a friend to me and
I a friend to them.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Regimental Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942–44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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I've Got Feet