Alfa 191 Recruit Journal Week 05

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Alfa 191 Recruit Journal

Formed: March 10, 2015

Graduates: May 1, 2015

 

S.A.R. (search and rescue) week… where the start of your long day is determined by a little orange whistle. The metaphorical death of every recruit. “Fire, fire, fire” every morning jolts you from your rack. That kicks off the morning with barely 15 minutes to prepare for the day and make it to the morning chow time. We struggled a lot with this.

 

Hope. And it comes in the form of our orders. One of the Recruits was asked where they wanted to go, and they screamed Maryland or Delaware! Senior Chief Elliot replied “what if I told you that you are going the furthest from where you wanted to go? Honolulu, Hawaii”. Another Recruit was told his orders were to Bravo Company, but luckily not! In all, many were pleased.

 

The Confidence Course- where real men are made. “From the lads vertically challenged to the lads afraid of heights.” The confidence course for ALFA-191 was our version of a Spartan run/mud run. Our company Mentor, Commander Newton ran the confidence course with us, and gave us advice on how to improve teamwork and make the time objectives.

 

We are now a senior company on the regiment. We made the move to Healy Hall with the “left, righty-yo, left” called by our shipmate marching us from our former home of Munro Hall. Carrying 50 pounds of gear that short distance and up 03 flights of stairs seemed like an eternity. Sea bags, ditty bags, uniforms, rucksacks and all while trying to march. We have settled into the new building and need to be on our toes as there are many more of our chain of command floating around.

 

After taps, you can hear the snores of our shipmates but funny enough, the sound of sleep talking. “EARS!” screamed out by one sleeping recruit is answered by another sleeping recruit popping up in his rack like a pop tart saying “OPEN!” Things in recruit training have been serious but there are funny moments such as that. Just last night our Guidon bearer scaring the pants off a Company Commander by screaming at the top of his lungs “GANGWAY GUIDON!”. The Company Commander told him to stop being so annoying, there’s no reason to sound off like that”. Aye Aye, and not more than 5 seconds later, “GANGWAY GUIDON!”

 

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.