I was underway in the Pacific once when I witnessed one of my shipmates, up late, frantically attempting to smoke a cigarette. A burly Chief walks on-deck, roving as part of his duties - he didn't smoke himself. One of the sailors asked the Chief if he had a Cigarette Lighter. "Sure," the Chief said, "Can I get a cigarette?" Surprised, one of the junior sailors offered one to him. The Chief snatched it from his hand, and tossed it to the breeze - the stogie trailing with the wind into the ocean below. "What was that all about, Chief?" the younger sailor replied. "I made the whole ship a cigarette lighter," he said, turning around and leaving.
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