The Navy Chief noticed a new seaman and barked at him, "Get over here! What's your name?"
"Paul," the new seaman replied.
"Look, I don't know what kind of bleeding heart pansy crap they're teaching sailors at boot camp today, But I don't call anyone by his first name," the Chief scowled. "It breeds familiarity, and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my sailors by their last names only: Smith, Benz, Couch, Baker. I am referred to only as Chief. do I make myself clear?"
"Aye Chief"
"Now that we've got that straight, what's your last name?"
The new seaman sighed, "Darling. My name is Paul Darling, Chief."
"OK, Paul, here's what I want you to do....."
About Me
- Bad-Bob
- Born at Fort Campbell, KY and raised an Army brat with men of the "Band of Brothers" and "We Were Soldiers.." as house guests and my Dad's friends. Always remember every day in the field is a Holiday, every meal a feast and blood is good for the grass.
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