[. . .]
So one night, just like hundreds of other nights, you leave a junior officer in charge of the bridge while you address some unavoidable paper work, make some plans, and get some well deserved rest. Sometime late in the night/early in the morning, in a comedy of unlikely errors by officer and enlisted bridge personnel and an improbable mechanical failure, your ship runs aground. You know from the second you wake up from your learned, light sleep, which happens at the first shudder of the ship, you know who is responsible. You are. Such is the mien of command. What happens under your command is your responsibility . . .
He doesn't post often, but when he does it behooves you to listen. I learned this from my parents and in the military after they got done with me.