Bobby Tobruk: Souvenir Story of a Digger's Dog (1944) By Roger L. Rye
 
"BOBBY TOBRUK !"
This poem was written by one of the boys, in memory of a little dog found in Tobruk. He went to Greece with the troops, and one of the early boys brought him back.
 
He was only a stumpy-tailed poodle;
He owned no pedigree;
He was born in a Libyan sandstorm,
Near an Eye..e R.A.P.
The boys of the company loved him;
They treated him like a mate;
He shared their beer and biscuits
And anything else they ate.
He'd do his share of the line guard,
And a share of the picquet as well;
But never a crime had our Bobby;
Not a single A.W.L.
He saw his share of the fighting-
And fought like a soldier, too;
For we taught him concealment and cover,
In the billets at "Mersa Matrue."
He barked at the Mount of Olympus
And fought in the thick of the van;
And the boys of H.Q. loved him-
They voted Bobby a man.
Our Bobby was born to battle,
But with none of the battler's luck;
He dodged Nazi s.a.tering dive-bombers-
To die 'neath an Arab's truck.
So we gave him a soldier's funeral;
T'was all that we could do-
For Bobby Tobruk was a cobber of ours,
And helped us see it through !
 
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