I was running the radio at a qualification day at the range when I was in my unit in Okinawa, Japan. Being an RTO, the job was cake. When I had the antenna, and the radio going, a new 2LT came up to me. He was about 23, or 24. I was 20 at the time. After some bullshit peppy questions that I begrudgingly answered, he said "Atta boy."

Atta boy? Dude, go the fuck away. I have to go make a radio check with Range Control.