Vets tell me something that you would remembered by with those you served, me land nav.

[70sEraVet]

3. Either way, naked

What I would classify as a silent protest, my shipmates would describe as 'streaking across the quarter deck'. My division officer had revoked my 'civilian clothes privilege', because, in a surprise seabag inspection, I didn't have the appropriate 'uniform of the day' (we had pulled into a warm-climate port in February, and I had my dress whites instead of dress blues - I worked in the boiler rooms, and we never wore dress uniforms anyway). By taking away my 'civilian clothes privilege' for not having the correct 'uniform of the day', my division officer had effectively restricted me to the ship, a punishment that only our captain could give.
I took the only alternative left to me.