by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

A half-track is a
 different kind of steed,
it really is 
bloody half-breed.
It ain't no friggin' truck,
it's hardly ever stuck
in any kind of muck.
Less it lose a track
it'll stay in the attack
till the bloomin' thing
is blown to

We had three in 
my old company,
we named them
Veni, Vidi and Vici,
which is fancy Latin
from a book from
old Manhattan,
it means
"I came, I saw, I conquered,"
which is what we all 
set out to do.

We had a driver who
loved that old track
it's true and
he kept the bugger
runnin' just like new.
He scrubbed 
it down
from turret 
to ground
and the tracks
that made the 
monster go.

There is no doubt that
tracks are here to stay,
why I saw one on TV
the other day.
They may be changed
from time to time
 to keep their armor
in the prime and
more fire power just
to keep them in the fray.

Yes, a half-track is a
 mighty different steed,
it'll serve you when
you're in dire need.
It can bring supplies,
take out wounded
before they die and
blow the enemy
from here to
kingdom come.

I take my hat off
to that rugged steed
for it served me
in my time of need.
Took me back
from on line,
when I had a
wounded spine
or I wouldn't be
sittin' here today.


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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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