A Navy Chief noticed something that needed to be done aboard ship. A new seaman he didn’t know stood nearby with his hand in his pockets. The Chief approached the seaman and barked at him, “What’s your name, sailor?”
“John,” the new seaman replied.
The Chief scowled. “I don’t know what kind of bleeding-heart pansy stuff they’re teaching these days, but I don’t call anyone by his first name. It breeds familiarity, and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my sailors by their last names only. You are to refer to me as ‘Chief.’ Is that clear?”
“Aye, aye, Chief.”
“Now that we’ve got that straight, what’s your last name?”
“Darling. My name is John Darling, Chief.”
After a pause, the Chief nodded. “Okay, then. Here’s what I want you to do, John.”