The Navy Chief noticed a new sailor and barked at him, “Get over here! What’s your name sailor?”
“John”, the new seamen replied.
“Look, I don’t know what kind of bleeding-heart pansy crap they’re teaching 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 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 seamen sighed. “Darling. My name is John Darling, Chief.”
“Okay, John, here’s what I want you to do …”