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My opponent turned out to be the heavyweight champion of the army.

I covered up the best I could.

I didn’t realize until afterward that when I covered up my face, he hit on my biceps hard, and pretty soon I couldn’t hold my arms up to protect my face. So by the end of each round he was just beating the shit out of my face. Oh God. My face was like a piece of hamburger.

After the second round I told Tony, “If I make it through this fight, I’m going to kill you.” That fucker hit me more times than I could count. I had dozens of bumps and bruises on my arms where he kept pounding them. He hit me on my side and he hit me on the side of my head, and after he was done with me I had cauliflower ears the size of the largest piece of cabbage you’ve ever seen in your life. For three rounds he battered the living shit out of me.

I kept thinking, Ring the bell. Oh, please ring the bell.

And that was the last time I listened to one of Tony’s crazy schemes.

My company commander was an American Indian with a chip on his shoulder. He hadn’t gone through West Point, but had come up through the school of hard knocks. He wanted to prove he was tough.