by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

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 
Pisscutter
you wore at jaunty style
a-strolling down the avenue
with self-supporting smile.

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
you 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 damn nice.

You know about
that old iron pot
about which I've writ,
the hats we wore
on sea or shore
were the best
that you can get.

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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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