A story from my Navy days,
I was working a midwatch in CA and noticed that the Command Master Chief had left his coffee cup near the coffee mess on the operations floor. I don’t remember his name but he was a rather short, angry little fellow and though he may have been no more than 35 years old, he seamed to me, a 21 year old kid, to be about 100 and far past the mandatory retirement age. Anyway, we didn’t get along very well and in retrospect, I understand why. I was an angry, fed up, short timer with a healthy attitude and disdain for anyone in authority. I’ve read my evaluations on numerous occasions over the years and they tell a similar story.
Anyway back to the coffee cup. It was a rather boring mid watch, typical for CVB and with boredom comes mischief, and being the mischievous type, I gathered an accomplice for a lookout and grabbed the Chiefs cup. It was one of those heavy Navy mugs, white with a loop handle and the inside was caked with at least a ¼ inch of residue. The chief said it added to the flavor and he probably never washed it. Well, I took it into the head and scraped and cleaned that mug until it was spotless and returned it to the spot where I’d found it.
The morning came, and with it, the Command authority for the morning brief. By then, most of the watch section was aware of the crime and waited anxiously for the CMC to arrive. He came through the cypher lock door, straight to the mess table and picked up his cup. It took a second or so but the realization that his morning cup of coffee would never taste the same took hold in him and he turned and glared at those of us brave enough to return his stare. He then promptly shattered the cup in the nearby trash can and walked over for the morning brief.
If I could go back thirty years and take it all back I would! But, if the cup was still there when I started my second mid watch, “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?"......
