by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

When I was just
a buck Marine
I hoisted quite a few,
from table, bar, and counter
I quaffed that foamy brew.

We'd chug-a-lug
our favorite from
bottle, cup or can,
we bragged that we
 could stand up to
any drinking man.

We gathered in the slopchute
at the end of every day
to drink away the 
dirt and grime,
we had ourselves
a good ol' time.
It really was a
terrible crime the
way we spent  
our pay.

We drank our brew
in 'Diego and 
San Francisco Bay,
in bloody ol' New Zealand
and points along the way.
We never missed
a chance to drink
between shot and shell,
so let us have another
before we meet in Hell.

Semper  Fi!

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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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