My second CO of the carrier I was on, started as an E-1. 19 years later, he was in command of the ship. He was tough as nails but as fair as skies with no clouds. Shortly after his arrival he went, unannounced, to the chow line for the enlisted guys and shuffled along like everyone else for an hour. When he got to the serving area, he called the commissary officer over and told him to get that shit off the serving line, the food had better be better that evening, and never was anyone to spend an hour waiting to be fed; they needed to be working. The changes were instantaneous. This was a guy to be feared, respected, and to give your all for.