Whiskey 190 Recruit Journal Week 05

International Maritime Signal Flag Whiskey

Whiskey 190 Recruit Journal

Formed: February 3, 2015

Graduates: March 27, 2015


Week 05




Week 05 of Whiskey-190 has been a roller coaster of emotions and events, a violent mixture of hopeful revelations and a stark realization that we are here for three more weeks, with the ever present risk of our stay extend another one or two. The whole has been one giant drain on our egos and morale, our fatigue taking a hold long before the week even began in full swing. A warning of inspections out us on edge, but we had no idea what was in store for us.

The Monday of Week 05 began with Whiskey-190 having only 15 minutes to wake up, muster, and reach the galley ramp. It was a simulation of Search and Rescue (SAR) scenarios where the helicopter crews only have 30 minutes to wake up, prep for the mission, and head out to their destination. This scenario continues throughout the week. Whiskey has had mixed success with this scenarios, as time objectives have never been our strongest attribute. What we thought this was going to be the biggest stress point of the day was the Operation Dress Uniform Inspection by Chief McKenna, as we had been dreading for three days. However, I turns out that the Laundry was never taken out. Three massive piles of laundry sat in the back of secondary squad bay for a couple days before that business was sorted out. And of course, we were all to blame for that mishap. Did the laundry crew fail to realize the schedule changed with the week? Yes. Did the rest of Whiskey fail to remind of that? Yes. Did we all sweat for it equally? Oh definitely yes.

Tuesday was not much different than Monday. The same SAR wakeup, the same threats of sweating due to mistakes, often involving failed time objectives. We did however receive our dress uniforms, meaning we can look fancy for graduation now. Beyond that, we had a few hours to somewhat relax at Seamanship before we had to face Gunther yelling at us from a window again. The night pretty much played out as expected.

Wednesday was the first time in a long time Whiskey-190 had some actual fun, and it was at a Personal Floatation Device class. We tested to see how fast we could put on our PFDs, with some of us actually putting them on under 15 seconds. As with Tuesday, nothing really happened beyond that, aside from sweating and the usual visit from the Chaplain. You could almost say Wednesday was kind of relaxing.

Thursday was an intense day, but many of us didn’t realize it until the end. Many of the classes we had that day were devoted to inevitable changed in our lives that was fast approaching. Classes about financial management and other fun, adult stuff many of us didn’t have to worry about until now. The best part of the day came when we received our orders, or at least an unofficial version. Many of us were ecstatic at our chosen location, ranging from Florida to Alaska, Boston to Guam. This was a much need morale boost for Whiskey-190.

As of Friday, Week 05, Whiskey-190 has become the senior-most company on the regiment. As a result, we moved to Healy Hall, the apparent residence of said senior companies, along with all the regiment’s officers. We also received information about traveling to our new units, reminding us that all eyes and expectations are on us now, whether we’re ready or not.

Saturday was the day we received our official orders, as well as our mentors arriving to answer any questions me might have had. In reality, all of Whiskey is nervous. We are about to enter the real world, with only the experience was have learned at Cape May to guide us. Either week head off in three weeks, or linger around another week or two with X-ray and Yankee. However, we also had a rare opportunity to talk to a former Master Chief Petty Officer of the Coast Guard, one Master Chief Patton. He is charismatic man with an inspiring story that resonated with many of the recruits in Whiskey-190. Hopefully, we can live up to his expectations of us.



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.