Whiskey 192 Recruit Journal Week 05

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Whiskey 192 Recruit Journal

Formed: May 3 , 2016

Graduates: June 24, 2016



Happy Memorial Day everyone! To be honest, it was a bit difficult to remember what today was with the whole boot camp thing going on, but we remembered none the less. It was nice to have a reminder of why we are here, especially on a day like today, the beginning of week 05. The morning began with a seemingly impossible time objective; Get up, get into our Operational Dress Uniform, shave, brush our teeth, and form up in 10 minutes. We looked like a bunch of those people running from the bulls in Spain, as we desperately scrambled not to be late. When we got outside we looked like trash. I am hoping we pull our crap together. A couple of hours later, we had a uniform inspection by our Section Commander. It went horribly. I guess just seeing the Section Commander made most of the company’s brains take a bathroom break. Several people were assigned Probation, and all of us were left quivering. We did have some fun later in radio communications class. Learning about radio frequencies, distress call, and communications policies was a great stress relief. And let me tell you, we are going to need as much stress relief as possible.




Dress uniforms. There have been many debates about which branch of the military has the nicest one. Well, Whiskey Company does not care much about outside opinion. As we were having our dress uniforms fitted today, all we could think about was how incredibly good we are going to look when we put them on. We are going to be the envy of every Tom Cruise out there.

After our uniform fitting, we got to learn about some of the pyrotechnics, flares, smoke, and strobe lights that could give one a seizure. It was material that held our attention however, we were majorly disappointed when we found out we would not be able to burn a flare. Our instructor told us a prior recruit had almost burned down the Seamanship Hall, so no more flares. There is always some idiot who ruins it for everyone, then again, we are all idiots so I shouldn’t be too harsh.

Despite the awesome uniforms and the interesting classes, the rest of the day kind of stunk. For some reason, our marching is going to the toilet, and we are moving really slow. The Company Commanders also scrambled up where everyone is living, so a lot of my good buddies moved out of the squad bay. Week 05 is weighing down on everyone hard. We are just hoping we find a way to successfully get off this target beach without getting killed.




I can safely say week 05 has arrived like a freaking baseball bat to the teeth. Anytime we were not in class, we were getting our butts beat by our Company Commanders. It is kind of funny. Growing up, I didn’t really like school very much. Even in college, with the exception of a few classes, I would spend a great deal of time staring at the clock, waiting for class to end. But now, I soak it all in, relishing the chance for my muscles to find relief. We all loath the moment when the instructor calls “This class is over” and “Attention on deck” is screamed by the whole company. It is our indicator that we are going back into no man’s land to have our bodies scorched.

Another pain Whiskey endured had nothing to do with the physical. Rather, our egos were the target. Our Lead Company Commander, not being happy with us, ordered us to walk…. Not march, for the remainder of the day with our heads bowed and our hands in our pockets saying, “We are week 05, we don’t care, we have no self discipline!” Around the Regiment we went in utter disgrace. If it wasn’t already bad enough, the Training Officer, Commander Scott came out and said he had been hearing us all day. He further said he was mad at us, and we needed to get our crap together.

In summary, we want to get this over with. We are struggling to get better, for the sake of our butts. We are all just wondering how many of us will be buried in the Parade Field before this is done.




Good Evening everyone. After yesterday’s entry, you are all probably wondering how Whiskey did today and if the company is still living. Well, today went far better than yesterday, and we suffered much less. However, that does not mean we are any less tense, especially with an impending rack inspection. This inspection has been known to get people on Probation, or even bounced out of company back in training and we do not know when this inspection is.

So, with all this on our minds, I think we felt a tad distracted. We spent most of the day learning about things like finance, and the Coast Guard Reserve, which I think made us miss the shooting range.

However, our orders are in so it isn’t all doom and gloom. We do not know what they are yet because we have to earn the right to see them, but knowing they are there gives us something to look forward to.

In summary, the day went smoothly. However, the greatest tests are still before us. We hope we will get out of here soon, and with all our limbs attached.




Whenever recruits look at the day’s schedule, and see a lot of empty gaps, that is usually taken as a bad sign. It often means we will either sweat or some other unfortunate happening will occur. Sure enough, out of nowhere, two Chief’s and a Warrant Officer appeared. When they ordered us to “Pop your racks and get to the bulkhead” some of us almost wet our pants. Through our racks they went looking for anything amiss. Some recruits passed with flying colors, while others were put on Probation. Needless to say, we are glad that it is over.

Despite the terrifying morning, not everything was ill. Whiskey Company received what we have long been awaiting; OUR ORDERS!! About mid-afternoon, we were marched in front of the Regimental Flag Pole, where before us stood a beautiful bell. One by one, we were called to the front of the bell and given our destiny. We then would repeat the orders and give the bell a stiff ring. Some were disappointed. I on the other hand was completely, ridiculously, crazily nuts with joy. I am going to Guam! We were only supposed to ring the bell twice, but I struck it so hard the bell rang 03 times. I looked like a complete lunatic as I ran back to my spot in formation. For the company as a whole, the orders have made us feel wanted. We will forever remember that bell, with its “slave labor” beautifully polished metal. For whenever a bell rings…. a recruit gets their wings.




Today held two significant events in the history of mankind. The first, Whiskey-192 ran the Confidence Course, which consisted of a series of scary looking obstacles. I can’t imagine what short people were thinking. However, even though there was a bit of stumbling and tumbling, we made it through. At the end of the course, we each had to climb a 50 foot rope and ring a bell. We would scream “WHISKEY-192 TOPSIDE!!!” Our company mentors whom we haven’t seen since week 02 even did the course with us. Afterwards, our mentors ate lunch with us and our Lead Company Commander even let us talk in the galley so that we could converse with our mentors. This marked the first time we were allowed to do this in training.

The second major event was our move to the Royal Palace of TRACEN Cape May otherwise known as Healy Hall. This building makes James Hall, which was our previous living quarters, look like my Grandpa’s Tool Shed. The showers are enormous, there are twice the number of sinks and toilets, and the Quarterdecks are expansively covered with historical plaques and pictures.

Despite the excitement, there is also a sense of dread. We were told by our Lead Company Commander that during week 06, even just 01 performance tracker will earn us an hour of pain, agony, and general bitterness toward life. Hence, we have to focus harder than even before. Although the food is good and the accommodations are decent, we all prefer to get on to the next stage of this Coast Guard Adventure. Then, of course, there is the fact that our families have purchased plane tickets, and it would be kind of sickening if that money was wasted.

Well, there it is folks; things are going to be kicked into an even higher gear. Hopefully, we will not fall into the gears and be turned into spam.



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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