PO1 Garland (My CC in USN Boot). You knew he had to be a badassed Sailor to be a CC as a PO1 (at that time at least, saw several PO1 who were CCs when I did a couple months at RTC Orlando while recovering from some owies...years after I went thru RTC myself).
Total UberSalt Fleet Sailor, great CC, etc.
We got word from his boss that he had made CPO while we were in boot.
Organized an off-base nighttime 'raid' to the nearest 7-11 (target data bought from another CC, currency = pizza) to accquire a 6 pack of beer, a really dirty magazine, and the closest we could get to a 'congratulations' card. Raid went off flawlessly. One of the scumbags in our company (not trusted with the raid planning or execution, because he was a worthless rat) saw the beers in 'my' locker in the CCs office (I was our yeoman).
So they raid us. A bunch of CCs, the Division Boss, etc. They've got me and the RCPO (a great guy from Texas who stuttered under pressure...if I had a tape of the interrogation before they coerced me into opening the locker...comedy gold) and it's another evening in Gestapo HQ. I only opened the locker after getting the gurantee that only the RCPO and myself would be held accountable for the contents, we were the sole conspirators, etc. - Texas Stutter-Boy walked the plank with me like a true Pirate Hunter. Still wonder where that guy is today, he was a great dude.
So our CC is at the forefront when the locker gets opened. Beers in plain sight - busted. Skin mag - busted. "Congrats to the best CC ever, about time the handsomehunkes made you a CPO", signed by the Company...
We got PT-hammered on the parade field that night (only the RCPO and I) by our CC, with the Div. Boss watching. After the hammering, they split the beers with us.
