chapter ten you grab a shower and shave and run your hand through your hair and then put your pants and shirt and underwear and socks into the laundry bag and kneel down and open your coffin locker and pull out jeans , not bellbottoms , and white socks , not black , and a red cotton shirt , not blue denim , and sneakers , not boots , and you hop around six other guys and put on these clothes and feel lighter and freer and looser but you know that you still smell like fuel oil and jp-5 [ 99 ] and steel and bilge water and ship .