Mike 191 Recruit Journal Week 05

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Mike 191 Recruit Journal

Formed: June 23, 2015

Graduates: August 14, 2015


MIKE-191 Week Five Blog



Week four ended with the phrase “it’s about to get real mike-191” and just like the rain of sweat from our brows, nothing could have been so sure. The week of inspections has begun. Those who believed our home was a summer camp are learning. With the lights flashing, the words “abandon ship”” bouncing off the walls, Mike-191 rushed to grab our personal floatation devices and put them on in 90 seconds. Life jackets were being tossed all over; no man would be left behind.

This week has been one of the most challenging weeks; maybe it just keeps getting worse. There is no way that we would all make it if we didn’t have the help of our shipmates. From squad leaders who tell us to hush and people who have been here awhile who help us with our rack. “Although a single twig will break, a bundle of twigs is strong”- Techumsah. Having shipmates who care and help out when they can, shipmates who teach you how to get better at something makes the whole process a little easier. We have to have each other’s back, and push the others back up when they fall down.

“ He who loves practice without theory is like the sailor who boards ship without a rudder and compass and never knows where he may cast” – Leonardo De Vinci. This week, Mike-191 has begun to perfect our theory. Although we only received a 7/10 for our manual of arms and close order drill test, we still managed to perfect our team leadership and noticed details of things going wrong while we march.

Friday on this glorious day something happened that changed lives of every single recruit in Mike-191. “Wake up get dressed and outside in ten minutes.” Rushing we managed to get a time objective met. Than we marched, and marched; we weren’t sure where we are going or what was going on. Was this a search and rescue drill? Did we deserve an extra sweat session? Then we get there … the beach and see our company colors. We sat in columns and stood to receive our orders. We will soon be distributed throughout the country. Some of us got island paradise, like Hawaii or Key West; some of us got Alaska, Washington, and Texas. We will be placed in needed billets on Coast Guard Cutters, polar ice breakers, and small boat stations.

Now that we actually look like a real company, we now can be treated like one. We begin to live like one too, moving into Healy Hall, a nicer, bigger hall. The only close encounters, other than from our daily interactions with our Company Commanders, are from ruthless seagull. As we round the corner the culprit stares us down, and begins to spread its wings and advance towards the formation, flapping and squawking the formation quickly moves to the left, avoiding the oncoming onslaught from the oversized bird.

Today, as a company, we earned the right to don our boots and mount the confidence course, mentors and shipmates alike lined the edges, ready to conquer the big wooden structure. Sweat on hands, we hurdle the wooden poles, leaping up to grab bars and hoisting ourselves over. Rope looped around our leg, we climbed the rope, to reach the golden bell at the top which we rang and notified the regiment who we are. Seeing the whole base from the bells crow’s nest, this feeling of conquering our challenges and fears, and knowing we can finish these last few weeks.


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.