Training for the Fight


[Action Music] [Soft Music] (Coast Guard Lt. Tiago Goncalves) Focus. [Upbeat Music] Determination. [Upbeat Music] Discipline. [Upbeat Music] Training can be very physically demanding when the real challenge comes from within. [Upbeat Music] I was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The judo discipline, it’s, it’s crucial
for, for my, my growth as a person; and I believe that counts a lot for my myself
as, as an officer. You, you have the discipline, you have the determination,
you have the focus. You have all those qualities that that keep you straight in
line and then understand what you need to do to complete the mission. [Soft Piano Music] [Action Music] The preparation intensified. My focus is
more towards the competition. The training is harder, and I’m ready. [Action Music]

2 Replies to “Training for the Fight”

  1. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

    Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee

    The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead

    When the skies of November turn gloomy

    With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more

    Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty

    That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed

    When the gales of November came early

    The ship was the pride of the American side

    Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin

    As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most

    With a crew and good captain well seasoned

    Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms

    When they left fully loaded for Cleveland

    And later that night when the ship's bell rang

    Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

    The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound

    And a wave broke over the railing

    And every man knew, as the captain did too,

    T'was the witch of November come stealin'

    The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait

    When the gales of November came slashin'

    When afternoon came it was freezin' rain

    In the face of a hurricane west wind

    When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'

    Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya

    At seven p.m., a main hatchway caved in, he said

    Fellas, it's been good to know ya

    The captain wired in he had water comin' in

    And the good ship and crew was in peril

    And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight

    Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

    Does any one know where the love of God goes

    When the waves turn the minutes to hours?

    The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay

    If they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er

    They might have split up or they might have capsized

    They may have broke deep and took water

    And all that remains is the faces and the names

    Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

    Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings

    In the rooms of her ice-water mansion

    Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams

    The islands and bays are for sportsmen

    And farther below Lake Ontario

    Takes in what Lake Erie can send her

    And the iron boats go as the mariners all know

    With the gales of November remembered

    In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,

    In the maritime sailors' cathedral

    The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times

    For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald

    The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

    Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee

    Superior, they said, never gives up her dead

    When the gales of November come earlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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