October's salt-kissed wind carries echoes of 1775, when a fledgling fleet set sail under stars and stripes—now, two days shy of the 27th, this tee unfurls like a signal flag from the mast.
Brown as weathered oak, etched with 'U.S. NAVY' in crisp white, a flag weathered by storms but unbowed, compass spinning true north through red-white-blue grit.
'HONOR' anchors the core, '27 OCT' bookended by ironclad hooks that whisper of wakes carved across oceans.
It's not just ink; it's the weight of watches kept, the swell under keels, a wearable tribute for decks swabbed or shores held.
Pictured flat against the bulkhead of everyday, but imagine it billowing on a vet's chest or a kid's dream of blues.
What's your tide-turning memory from the waves?
Reblog the salutes—let's run up the colors.
âš“ Tee hoist: https://linktr.ee/Phylonbox
