Don't talk to me about the OLD NAVY UNLESS...
Granted there is Old Navy and there is much Older Navy.
Lets consider a possible scenario... You are just out of boot camp and are reporting to your first ship, which is a tin can. It could be a Forest Sherman Class or a Gearing Class.
It is about 2030 on a Sunday night as you approach your ship. It is in a nest of other destroyers tied up at the Norfolk piers. You salute the Ensign as you cross the brow and request permission to report aboard from the OD (Officer of the Deck). He is a Lieutenant and by the tattoos he is sporting on his forearms and you bet he is a mustang. (This is when a sailor becomes an officer by starting out as an enlisted). He inspects your orders and says, "Welcome aboard sailor." He then turns to a messenger and says "Run Seaman Kid up to the Personnel Office." You enter through a weather door forward of the quarterdeck and proceed up an interior passageway that runs almost the length of the ship. You both pass through the galley in which a movie is being shown in black and white. It is Casablanca with Humphrey Bogart. The duty Personnelman checks you in and the messenger takes off. The Personnelman says. “You are being assigned to the OI division since I see you are striking for Radarman. There are no available bunks in OI so you will bunk aft with the Supply guys. I will take you down there but before I do here is your GI (USN) Gray blanket, a fart-sack (mattress slip cover), a thin mattress, a rectangular piece of canvas, torpedo bag for your toilet articles and some line (Small stuff). You will find an aluminum frame which to make up your rack. Lights go out at 2200 sharp so we best get you down to your berthing compartment. Listen Kid my name is Bartholomew but everybody calls me Bart. Here let me help you with some of this stuff.”
So, we go out on to the weather deck through a door just aft of the Officer's Wardroom. Just aft of a 5" 54 mount you both drop down through a hatch like monkeys right into the supply-sleeping compartment. You find a small mailbox size metal locker and put your extra master combination lock on it. You then find a bottom bunk in a tier of 3.
All the top bunks are taken. Bart then gives you a few tips and you proceed to make up your bunk from scratch. After you have finish you take out some extra socks, skivvies, white T-shirts, towels, white hats and a working uniform out of your sea bag. Oh, don’t forget your boon Dockers. The pea coat and dress blues stay in the bag. You are now in your skivvies and in a bad way in need of a dump. So with your flip-flops on you go up the ladder and straight away to the head.
After taking care of business you decide to take a shower. Oh by the way the toilets are quite primitive... they remind you of the same set up in an Outhouse you found when you visited your sweet Grandmother in Louisiana. The water used for flushing is salt water. The water for shower is fresh but icy cold but since you are hot it works out just fine.
After you are through with your douche you go back down to your berthing compartment and try out your newly laced bunk. The next thing you know you are fast a sleep. It was a long trip from Great Lakes to Norfolk by train. The only thing you recall as you roll over is the lights going off and the Bosun pipe as you hear coming over the 1MC the word, "Lights out... Lights out. All hands turn in. The smoking lamp is now out in all berthing spaces."
Then as if it was only a few minutes have passed the lights come back on and the Bosun pipe again with, "Reveille, Reveille... up all hands. Thrice up all racks. (That meant you got your bunk off the 90-degrees level and placed in it a 45-degree position. This would put it out of the way. You also couldn't get back into it during the day... it was verboten.) Sweepers… sweepers get your brooms give a clean sweep down fore and aft, get the ladders as you go. Now hear this muster at 0700."
You look at your watch and it reads only 0530. Wow, you think… you just turned in but you see everybody getting up so you best do the same.
There begins your first day onboard a tin can … the adventure has begun...
Now if that is not Old Navy I will eat my white hat.