Sierra 192 Recruit Journal Week 06

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Sierra 192 Recruit Journal

Formed: March 29, 2016

Graduates: May 20, 2016

Sierra Company’s sixth week was a big turning point. It started with Fire Fighting School on Tuesday. Our training was impressive, even to us. We dressed in full fire fighting gear and entered our mock ship to find no lights, tons of smoke, alarms, and flashing lights. It was hard to tell what was heavier, the fire hose or our gear, but even so it was invaluable training and Sierra-192 really enjoyed it.

On Wednesday our Lead Company Commander Chief Impey granted us coffee privileges! It doesn’t sound like anything important but, after six weeks without a drop of caffeine and struggling to stay awake in class; being able to have a cup of coffee was the closest thing we’ve had to winning the Power Ball. We also had our Legacy class which was taught by Chief Impey. He spoke to us as a mentor about former Coast Guard heroes and how we can be like them. He spoke about goals and how we can achieve them in our careers. His wisdom was humbling to us all, and hearing his personal stories was not something to be soon forgotten.
Thursday we met with our Company Mentor Master Chief Cantrell for the second time. We last saw him in week 02, when our company was twice the size, and he noticed how much our company had been trimmed down. He spoke like a father to us for hours. He answered all our questions about our first duty stations and any other career interests. Mrs. Cantrell even showed us posts on Facebook of our parents talking to each other. We never saw that coming. As we went back to our squad bays, Chief Samuels towered over us like Godzilla roaming downtown Manhattan. Smacking racks so hard you thought they would fly across the room and bust a hole in the wall. Apparently one of our shipmates was hungry and ate a chewy bar in the head, and the CC’s found the wrapper in the head. From that moment on the Chewy Bar Massacre begun…..One by one we lined up with our pieces to do “death squats”. Ten minutes of being held in the down position of a squat for ten seconds at a time, pieces being held straight out in front of you becomes very difficult to do, especially when you have two CC’s roaming around like vicious wolves ready to go in for the kill. As the minutes slowly ticked on and recruits were randomly called to sweat; bodies started breaking down, wills started cracking and voices echoed through the squad bay “Who ate the chewy bar?!?!?”. The whole company went to bed rattled and nervous for what was to come the next day.

Friday started out with many nervous feelings since only about half the company got destroyed during the Chewy Bar Massacre. The other half was expecting to get it just as bad or worse. Before we knew what was happening were being called from class and had to hurry as fast as we could back to the squad bays. “Oh its coming now we thought”. Before we knew what happened Chief Impey was marching us to the unknown depths of TRACEN Cape May, saying “The place I’m taking you has no cameras and how much fun he and the other company commanders were going to have.” All we could think was “yep…..we are dead”. The other three CC’s were surrounding the formation like sharks, again ready to strike and kill at any moment. The stares from them were felt by all, stress heightened, hearts racing as we hit the sand of a beach. As soon as our boots dug into the sand we hear “find some real estate!”…aka now it’s time to sweat. Pushups! Crunches! Screamed Chief Impey, Flutter kick and squats came from Petty Officer Turner, planks and dead cockroaches were Petty Officer Coleman’s tool and Chief Samuels finished us off with supermans in the sand. Just when our sandy and tired bodies couldn’t take anymore, Chief Impey called us to our feet. He gave us a speech about how powerful the ocean really is. As we all stared at the ocean, shoulder to shoulder with our shipmates, Chief Impey told us the last thing a drowning person tastes is the salt of the ocean. He let us go down to the surf if we wanted and just taste the ocean to get a reminder of why we are here. Once we all got back he asked if we really wanted to know what he thought of Sierra-192. “Yes Chief Impey” was heard for miles. He told us to turn around and unwrap the guidon from the probation belts that covered it up. As the last of the belts came flying off we all saw something that we will never forget; the Sierra Colors! We all had a huge moment of jubilation and jumped up and down as we recited the Coast Guard Ethos. Adrenaline fueled us on our march back to the regiment. We thought it would just be a regular march like any other except we would fly our colors proudly. But the CC’s had another surprise tucked in their sleeve. As we marched back the CC’s sang cadence to us for the first time. Singing cadence is one of the oldest military traditions and an insanely inspiring and motivational one as well! Each of them all had their own unique cadence, and as we came back to Healy Hall; the windows shook as we screamed at the top of our lungs. The regiment now knew that Sierra Company was the senior company.

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.

 

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