Back story: This is about 3 weeks after Hurricane Katrina decided to pay a visit New Orleans. There was still no electricity, however I believe we had water (Hell, it's been almost 18 years ago and I was the old man back then!) The Coast Guard Village (Like 28 six 5th wheel trailers, air conditioned two-hole shitter, several huge generators, wooden sidewalks connecting it all, AND 2 full blown shower trailers all located on what was once our softball field. Yes, the village was very nice considering everyone else was in tents and roughing it. I could be seen as the mayor of the village as well as the Command Master Chief (E-9) acting as second XO (3rd in command overall) at Coast Guard Air Station New Orleans. We were located south of New Orleans at the Reserve Naval Air Station. There were also several thousand Army and Marine units as well as Navy folks including SeaBees. Base Housing was off limits for various reasons.

The story: One night about 2000 hours somebody came running into my office babbling something about we had been invaded!!! WTF?? You have to realize that while we were on the Naval Base, we were also surrounded by a four-foot chain link fence and had an electronic gate (which was usually left open due to the much heavier traffic and current situation.) I left the admin building and strolled across the parking lot. There on the road from the gate was an army truck. A BIG army truck. When I was a kid we called them a deuce and a half. I have no idea what they are called now. But it was big! And it was parked across from the shower trailers and I was being accosted by multiple Coasties blabbering all at once about a bunch of army females taking over the showers!

Now I'm a child of the 50's and 60's. I was always taught to treat women with respect. I was also a 10-year E9. When the first gal came out of the shower and headed to the truck, I politely barked, "What the fuck are you doing here?" Now keep in mind I was wearing a flight suit that does not show rank. Her reply was, "Who the fuck are you?" "I'm the muther fucker that owns those showers! Now again, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY SHOWERS?"

She took off running towards the showers yelling she'd be right back. Another female, a little older but still young came out mostly clothed and dripping wet. First thing out of her mouth was, "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do want?" For some reason, I lost my temper and lost the battle right then and there. I yelled, "I'm the Command Master Chief, I'm in charge of this base, and I want to know why you are on my base without permission using my showers!" She yelled back (We're only about 4 feet apart ya understand) "What the fuck is a command master chief and, you dumbass, we're taking showers!"

"Who gave you permission?"
"We are Army. We don't need permission!"
"The fuck you don't!" "Fuck this." I looked at one of the gathering crowd and pointed to one of my folks and told him to get his ass to the Operations Center and call base Security (Police).

Now this pissing match between me and her went on until all the females came out of the showers and boarded the truck and I was completely hoarse from yelling uselessly at the top of my lungs. And they left.

As a parting gift, they had trashed both shower trailers. To say I was pissed is a small understatement!

Now every day all the different senior enlisted from all the different units met for what was called a town hall meeting. The senior of the Army E9s was considered the Mayor. After they had completed all their routine business, I piped up and croaked (My voice was still shot) I had a problem with a bunch of Army females. Everyone stopped in their tracks and sat back down as I usually didn't say much at these meetings.

I explained what happened the night before and basically said I expect that those young ladies be found out and punished accordingly. I also followed up with, "My past offer to coordinate with the army to use our showers is rescinded." I had a prior verbal agreement to make some shower time available on a situational basis thinking they could be used as a rewards program. It hadn't been started yet though.

I was later told that those young ladies had been identified and punished accordingly but what never told what happened to them and never had another invasion.

TL/DR The first person to lose their temper loses the fight. That young lady played me like a bango! Good on her!