Dad had to do a zone inspection on the incinerator, and he decided to save this young sailor's neck. He looks over the incinerator compartment, nods in satisfaction, then points to the large quantity of trash in the dumpster outside and tells the sailor in charge of the incinerator to burn the trash, "to make sure the incinerator is functioning properly." The sailor knows the jig is up, and proceeds to shovel the trash in and light it off.
Dad told me that it was like the greeting Bedcheck Charlie got off Wonsan at 2300 every night: the bottles sounded like 40mm shells going off :o)
The master-at-arms (whom EVERYONE from the skipper on down despised because he was vindictive and petty) was really put out when he didn't find the beer...
Cool!!!