THE CHAW AND DIP CREW

We had a Marine in my platoon named Benjamin D. Peterson.  "Pete" was a tall, 6' 5" skinny Black dude and superb field Marine who referred to himself only and always in the third person and who had nicknamed himself "The Grandmaster Flash At All Possible Times."

Aka Flashy Pete to the rest of us.

Pete was a dipper.

And loved a good chew.

And smoked.

Pete would lecture his squad (he was a squad leader) walking up and down in front of them with a huge wad of Redman chewing tobacco and a giant dip of Skoal in his mouth while chain smoking Kools and referring to himself in the third person:

"You don't want to piss off Flashy Pete cuz if you do The Grandmaster Flash At All Possible Times is gonna make you hate life."

Everyone adored Flashy Pete.  And....he was completely fucking nuts.