Foxtrot 192 Recruit Journal Week 7



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Coast Guard Recruit Company Foxtrot 192 Graduation Program


Foxtrot 192 Recruit Journal

Formed: November 17, 2015

Graduates: January 8, 2016


It’s impossible to comprehend how warped time becomes in recruit training. Just yesterday we stepped off the bus at Sexton Hall, but here I am no, writing the last log entry. Week 07 and week 08 slow down a lot, and have a lot of time for administrative issues with only a few classes. With not many classes, there’s time for Company Commander “debriefs”.

In a debrief, things get a little more personal and we can actually speak to our Company Commanders like they are our “coworkers”. There are questions from us to them, and from them to us. We talked about the fleet, recruit training, and all the stories in between. There are probably thousands of stories to tell from Foxtrot, and the best way to know them, is to have lived them.

The stress of leaving Sexton and meeting our team of Company Commanders cannot be described. One shipmate literally peed in her physical fitness gear because we didn’t how to address the CC’s properly so instead of being told to push she just let it go. As one shipmate tried to move away from the growing puddle, he preceded to have his “face melted off” by getting yelled at for moving while in formation.

Another time early in Munro Hall, we had a random rack inspection. We had a couple shipmates run into a dirty laundry situation. The first had unfolded laundry in his rack, which according to the Recruit Rules and Regulations is dirty laundry. When confronted about the laundry, he responded with “ would you like me to smell them?” to which the Company Commander replied, “eww guy no.” The second shipmate was a little less fortunate. This time the shipmate was confronted with, “hey guy, is that dookie?” this Company Commander has a way of finding words with their own intrinsic humor.

During another rack inspection two of the Company Commanders played puppet pals with the company. The little brown paper bags from a previous exchange run were not stowed properly and the shipmate was made to put the bag on his hand and use it as puppet to follow the words as the Company Commander was talking. Another shipmate had a bag improperly stowed also, and the shipmates had to communicate with each other using the brown paper puppets.

One time in the galley, a shipmate could not say a Company Commander’s name tag fast enough. The Company Commander said, “just call me guy”.

Aye Aye.

No, that’s an aye aye guy

Aye aye…….guy

Now, bye guy


No, its buy guy

Bye, guy


To think of calling a Company Commander “guy” is just ridiculous, but adding aye aye made it unreal.

Just last week, one of my shipmates was looking out of the windows in the galley, and was inevitably caught. The Company Commander made him stand there and tell stories about everything he saw. The only issue, was the shipmate couldn’t make up a story at all. The Company Commander became upset, saying “I don’t care guy, just tell me green eggs and ham, I don’t care just something guy” The pregnant silence carried on, long story short, we all had to sweat because the CC was not entertained.

The CC’s really enjoy messing with the watch coordinators, particularly the RAMP CC’s. One night after RAMP had concluded a recruit had left his probation belt in the head, with the Company Commanders yelling at him the recruit could not formulate a sentence and only could get out the word belt. After the recruit had left the RAMP CC’s came to the Quartedeck came over toward the podium. The following conversation was concluded with, “you need to work on your belting skills”.

It would be impossible to tell every story but here a few highlights of what I’m leaving out; the Clark Kent yeoman bag, “belay my last Douglas Munro”, a shipmate “sleeping during IT, and countless others. Every company has too many stories for words to describe, and Foxtrot is no different. Whether the Company Commanders like it or not, they’re hysterically funny most of the time. We maintain a respect out of fear and also for their personality, who else could snap on and off so quick.

I wish all of Foxtrot 192 good luck and thank the Company Commanders for their time and experience.


BOOM. Historian log done!

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.