by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
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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About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg.
& Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
