Victor 195 Recruit Journal Week 06

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Victor 195 Recruit Journal

Formed: March 06, 2018

Graduates: April 27, 2018

 

14MAR18 VICTOR WEEK 06 SUMMARY

 

Travel plans and phone calls home highlighted the week. We earned our firearms pennant by scoring over 75% on our practical exams. Quite a few recruits had scored near perfect thanks to the excellent instructors. The bus ride to the range was over 45 minutes long. Both ways snores and stories were swapped between shipmates. One of the most memorable moments of training hit ups by surprise. Friday was half-way over when gear adrift (Gear left lying around not properly stored) was found. Luckily our assistant company commander was able to find a use for it. A new topping ornament of gear adrift were mounted atop our guide-on. The rag was rolled up and a pillow case was attached and masking tape “V” with “Gear adrift” clarified who we are.

A hellish training session was given by all three Company Commanders which hammered home the point of their statements. We were acting like week 2 recruits. Making simple mistakes and getting comfortable. The heaviest line “Medusa” and lead barreled M1 Grands found hands to fill. “We’re not ready! We’re not ready!” Was shouted across the quarterdeck in rhythm with the medusa being heaved from shoulder to shoulder. A five minute break had us packing our sea bags with the contents of our rack. Soon the sea bags found their way being passed around the parade field.

The order to get our “Go-Fasters” was odd. We were told to tuck our pants into our white socks, wear our covers backwards, pull our pockets out, and put our hands in our cargo pockets. “Act like a forming company, and we’re going to treat you like one!” That’s when we went to evening chow screaming “We’re week 6” for the whole regiment to see. The hit to morale was noticeable. After chow we were going to march till we dropped. First stop, the beach. Less than a miles hike we carried our sea bags to the beach, we dropped them just behind the path that leads to the surf. We sprinted to the sand and faced the sea, the wind howled and roared and every shout from the company commanders was but a whisper. Getting in the sand with no grip hold intensified the struggle. Finally we finished and stood upon our feet. “Everything you’ve done in recruit training, you’ve earned! I haven’t given you anything, you have to earn it! About face!” We turned to see our colors, a symbol of approval from our company commanders and a sign of seniority to the regiment. It was struck into the sand, waving in the wind. “Do you see something you want victor?”

“YES CHIEF LYNCH!”

“THEN GO GET IT!”

“AYE AYE CHIEF LYNCH!”

Not one person was quiet as we charged our colors screaming like maniacs. Now, even marching after that event a surge of pride and energy fills our body whenever the Victor flag, our Victor flag, comes into sight.

 

Editor’s Note: This blog post was written by a recruit currently involved in Coast Guard basic training. The thoughts and opinions expressed in this Journal do not necessarily reflect those of Training Center Cape May, the U.S. Coast Guard or the federal government and are the sole opinion of the author. Recruit Journals are written by personnel in a high-stress environment with little time, so please excuse grammar and punctuation in the above article. The staff at Training Center Cape May do not edit the journals in any way, so as to ensure authenticity of the content and messages.

 

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