There was good fighting and bad fighting There was good *** and not bad *** There was drinking and smoking There was sparring and smokers Changing levels, slips and counters Brawlers, meatheads, tanks, and technicians Water, sweat, Thai oil, Sunday morning coffee And sometimes so much blood. There was beer on Fridays and sometimes Saturdays There was always, always ****. There were soldiers and children like shins and calves There was losing And there was winning And there was all of us And when there was just me, by God there was fighting.