Zulu 191 Recruit Journal Week 03


Zulu 191 Recruit Journal

Formed: September 22, 2015

Graduates: November 13, 2015


It’s been a hell of a week for ZULU-191. It’s hard to tell the difference from success and failure at this point. We come together but we keep falling apart, like a noose that needs to be pulled, and the Company Commanders are the ones that tighten it up.

Towards the start of the week 3 we looked awful; looked like we just got off the bus yesterday, a pure shame. With time comes change though, we progressed from crap, the larva in the rankings here (that may sound bad but that’s a big deal for us). We have a tremendous amount of pride and there’s no way we’ll let our sister company out shine us, hell we won’t let our senior companies out shine us! Of all of the “activities” we’re so graciously given; marching is probably ZULU’s strong point; we all get in sync, or boots stomping, our backs straight our chest out and heads high. Our families won’t believe their eyes.

Speaking of our families we miss them all so much. Every recruit talks about their wives, parents, husbands, siblings etc. They truly are our driving force for our morale. Personally I can tell you about almost any of my shipmate’s families. I feel like I’ve known them for years the way my shipmates talk. If I could tell them all anything it would be: “Be proud of your recruit, what we’re doing is extremely hard and we’re doing it for you. We love you all so be ready to see a changed, well rounded individual. Keep writing us and sending tons of pictures.”

With that being said there’s tons of funny moments spread throughout the days that make things speed by. Besides our daily chow, chow, chow, chewy bar. A few days ago a recruit in ALPHA Company was confronted by our company commander for talking at chow with a fellow shipmate; he yelled at him “You enjoying your date, you want some wine, maybe some candles. How about when you’re done you stop by my table for some breath mints and a toothpick.” It may not sound like much but after 14 hour days of training it’s pretty sweet.

I don’t know if most people know it, but in the military recruit training, there’s three rules to live by:


No there’s not actual sharks but it’s hard to tell the difference between them and our company commanders. Whether it is the shark tank or a snake pit it doesn’t matter; avoid it at all cost. There’s a table in the galley where our CCs sit and that’s what I’m referring to. It always sucks when one of our sharks grabs a shipmate, it’s like if Godzilla was chasing you and grabbed your friend. Sure it sucks but I’m sure as hell not turning around to get bit. And just to clarify we don’t literally get grabbed or bit.

To summarize we’ve slowly progressed and are adapting well to the new military bearing we’ve been presented with. Zulu 191 the slowly creeping our way to the top. ZULU-191


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.