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The Navy Chief noticed a new seaman and barked at him,
“Get over here! What's your name sailor?”
“John,” the new seaman replied.
“Look, I don't know what kind of bleeding-heart pansy crap
they’re teaching sailors in boot camp nowadays, 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, Jones,
Baker, whatever. And you are to refer to me as ‘Chief.’
Do I make myself clear?”
“Aye, Aye Chief!”
“Now that we've got that straight, what's your last name?”
The seaman sighed. “Darling, my name is John Darling, Chief.”
The was an uncomfortable pause, then the Chief replied, . . .
. . . . . “Okay, John, here's what I want you to do . . . ”
“Get over here! What's your name sailor?”
“John,” the new seaman replied.
“Look, I don't know what kind of bleeding-heart pansy crap
they’re teaching sailors in boot camp nowadays, 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, Jones,
Baker, whatever. And you are to refer to me as ‘Chief.’
Do I make myself clear?”
“Aye, Aye Chief!”
“Now that we've got that straight, what's your last name?”
The seaman sighed. “Darling, my name is John Darling, Chief.”
The was an uncomfortable pause, then the Chief replied, . . .
. . . . . “Okay, John, here's what I want you to do . . . ”