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 in 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, Jones, Baker. I am to be referred to only 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 Paul Darling, Chief."
"Okay, Paul, here's what I want you to do ....."
"Paul," the new seaman replied.
"Look, I don't know what kind of bleeding-heart pansy crap they're teaching sailors in 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, Jones, Baker. I am to be referred to only 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 Paul Darling, Chief."
"Okay, Paul, here's what I want you to do ....."
