My platoon sergeant back in my army days was a Vietnam vet. Tough as nails, seldom smiled. One day I complained about the lack of toilet paper in the barracks where I resided.... now it wasn't like the old days when there were no stalls and you didn't have your privacy.
Nevertheless - when a company's "Supply" section can't get something as simple, albeit important, ordered and in stock (like toilet paper) morale goes down the proverbial toilet. And our supply sergeant was one incompetent human being.
So I ask my platoon sergeant one day, off to the side, "Sarge, why do I have to go to the PX to buy toilet paper on a repeated basis?" He tells me, "I'll take care of it. Our supply sergeant is worthless and I'm gonna take care of things. But just to remind you - when we were in 'Nam, we got two folds of toilet paper each day, and a toothpick."
I asked what the toothpick was for.
"To clean out under your fingernails." ๐
I'll never forget him, he was definitely one of a kind. And a good man to boot.