Martin: I know exactly what you're talking about. In Korea, I had this commanding officer, Lieutenant Franks. I would have followed that guy into the gates of hell. I saw him a few years later, he was flipping hamburgers in a fast food place. That was hard to handle. I mean this guy took me under his wing and molded me.
Frasier: Like a mentor?
Martin: Yeah, exactly. He always used to say that one day he'd be taking orders from me. I just never thought it'd be for extra onions.
Frasier: So how did you handle it?
Martin: Well, I just realized it was my problem, not his. And I wasn't gonna let it erase all that he'd meant to me. So I marched right back into that kitchen and saluted him. And after we were talking a while, I realized nothing had changed. He was still the same hard-charging man's man who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Which is why I never ate there again.