by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
A hat is something more than
A thing upon your head.
It's part of your persona,
It's part of who you are.
Remember well that old
You wore at jaunty style,
A strolling down the Avenue
With self-supporting smile.
And then there was the
Barracks hat,
With sea bow and
A strap
That kept it tight
Upon your head.
A most impressive cap.
Of course, for pure old drama
And hip romantic style,
Your could not beat
That pith helmet
For looking oh so neat.
The cap that goes with cammies,
As rugged as they get,
Keeps you well covered,
On that you can bet.
No matter if the rain
Comes down
Or even
Snow and ice,
To have it on your
Big ol' head
Feels pretty damn nice.
You know about that
Ol' iron pot,
The hats we wore
On sea or shore
Were the best
That you can get.
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About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942~44, at Guadalcanal
and Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
