The Navy Chief noticed a new seaman and barked at him, “Get over here! What’s your name?”
“John” the new seaman replied.
“Look, I don’t know what kind of bleeding heart crap they are teaching you sailors in boot camp these days, but I don’t call anyone by his first name,” the Chief Scowled, “It breeds familiarity, and that leads to a break down in authority.
I refer to my sailors by their last names only: Smith, Jones, Baker, whatever. And you will refer to me as ‘Chief’. Do I make myself clear?”
“Aye, Aye Chief!”
“Now that we have got that straight, what’s your last name?”
The seaman sighed, “Darling, my name is John Darling, Chief.”
“Okay John, this is what I want you to do………..!”
Thanks for stopping by the Shipslog.
As they say sometimes in the Military, NEVER let your mouth over load your rear-end.
PS2: Test message from the hospital:
Honey, I got hit by a car outside the office. Paula brought me to the hospital. They took a lot of x-rays. They told me the blow to the head was probably not serious or have lasting consequences. I have three broken ribs, a broken arm and a compound fracture of the left leg. They may have to amputate the foot.
Wife's caring response: