LACKLAND AIR FORCE BASE THREE| A.D. Winans At Lackland Air Force Base In San Antonio Texas Home of the Alamo The DI put us in formation And introduced himself to us One fat boy He called Porky Pig And gave him a shot to the gut And said to another dude: "How did the food taste?" And the dude answered "Good Sir. And the DI punched him too And said, "You're a liar It tasted like shit, Didn't it?" And the kid tried hard Not to cry and said, "Yes Sir." And the DI said, "How in the hell do you know? Are you a shit eater?" And the boy said, "No Sir" And the DI said, "Well I think you are." And told the corporal To take down his name They'd get back to him later This kind of abuse went on Week after week And on the final week When we graduated I learned that the DI Had served in Korea And was a decorated hero In town He said his job was To make men of us Raising his drink And offering a toast But when you looked him In the eyes It was like seeing a tombstone Staring back at you And that boot-camp speech Was like a death charm I will carry with me To my grave