Whiskey 192 Recruit Journal Week 06

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Whiskey 192 Recruit Journal

Formed: May 3 , 2016

Graduates: June 24, 2016


Week 06



First off, I would like to start by calling to mind the memory of those who stormed Normandy in 1944. I hope Whiskey-192 would make them proud. Anyway, today was a fairly routing day at Boot Camp (if one could say such things). We went to class, practiced Manual of Arms, and got our butts beat a little. For the company, it was not too bad of a day. We started learning some fire basics, because you never know when some idiot is going to catch something on fire. In a couple of days, we will get to strap on some fire fighting gear, and put some water on the red stuff.

Now that I have told you all about today’s action, I will divulge into how the Company’s soul is. I have already discussed the perils of week 06. Being under this kind of pressure makes your brain want to take a Head and Water break. It is like when you take the driver’s test and you do all kinds of stupid crap. I drove on the sidewalk on my first driving test, all four tires. It is the same way during week 06. Keeping a cool head is very challenging when it is in this pressure cooker. Keep praying for us friends, we are going to need all the help we can get.



Life in Whiskey-192 is like a pendulum. It swings back and forth, one day the company is on point and looking slick. The next day it’s as if we drank the Whiskey. Today was certainly not the former. First, we were late for our uniform refitting. To make it even more of a crap show, our guidon was stolen by a Company Commander who wasn’t in our chain of command. From that point on, we were like troll dung. You know the cave trolls from Middle Earth, they are revolting. So anyway, we were dealt with the same way, we were treated like we were week 02. In other words, we were treated like idiots who only understand pain; of course we acted dumb so we deserved it.

Aside from the blood, sweat, and tears, we had some interaction with the Cape May Yeoman. We found out our method of travel, as well as our reporting date to our first units. This was exciting and all, but we could not help but feel nervous. We are having great futures laid out for us, so we really don’t want to screw it all up.

In essence, today mainly consisted of pain. There were good points, like with the travel planning, but we were reminded we are still vulnerable. There is a fine line between being rock solid recruits and being bums. Hopefully we choose the former.



Good evening family and friends. I am pleased to report Whiskey did not suffer as much today as yesterday. A lot of time was devoted to getting ready to call our units. In my case, it’s going to be a bit of a pain in the behind since Guam is something like 14 hours ahead, but I’ll manage. It is all slightly overwhelming especially since we are still trying to do all of our normal boot camp stuff like iron our uniforms into two dimensional objects, shave until we look like eight year olds, memorize required knowledge to the point where we are dictionaries, and so on. One source of hope is if we keep our crap together we will graduate in 16 days, but that seems so far away. It’s like having a police officer who tails you without relent.

So another day gone, another to come. Whether it comes like a pillow or a cannon ball remains to be seen.



Today, whiskey-192 had the opportunity to beat the living crap out of each other. During our firefighting practical today, word spread that today was Pugil Stick day. For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about, Pugil Sticks are essentially poles of wood with Marshmallows on either end. After gathering these grim tools of doom, we were marched off to the ring like gladiators to the arena. We then commenced to pair up, according to size. In those moments, friends became adversaries, benevolence turned into wrath and our Company Commanders poured fuel on the flames. Many of us were fighting like amateur kayakers, rowing the Pugil stick like a paddle. Others however, were tough as animals. While chaos rained and blood was spilled (figuratively), our Lead Company Commander refereed the matches. Being a Coast Guardsman with experience in boarding sketchy boats, he is very formidable. Hence, he probably was kind of amused watching a bunch of recruits waving Pugil sticks around, trying desperately to hit anything at all. Despite the clumsy ballad, it was loads of fun. I only hope that in a real hostile situation we will be a bit more proficient.



Today Whiskey Company at long last, got to march in its first parade for Uniform-192 was graduating. As we marched in sync with the bass drum, we puffed out our chests, tucked in our chins, inflated our heads, and walked that tight rope. Furthermore, it motivated us to not screw up so much. Seeing uniform in the Tropical Blues made our mouths water. Graduation is only 14 days away. However, like football, time slows down at boot camp. 14 days leaves plenty of time to leave our racks unsecure, or forget to salute an officer, or show up late to watch. Doing any of those things can get you bounced quicker than someone auditioning for American Idol.

On a more amusing note, a seagull made a strafing run on the company. The situation almost turned into another Pearl Harbor however, since the company was not at anchor, Whiskey Company was able to maneuver at battle speed. Although the seagull got away, the company successfully evaded all aerial attacks.

As can be seen, there are many threats at Training Center Cape May, any one of which can bring devastation. But I promise you all, no seagull will ever get the better of us.



Whiskey-192 was granted a privilege; we have been craving for weeks! On base liberty, after a quick trip to the exchange, Whiskey headed to the “Harbor View”. As the name implies, this restraint lies on the edge of the harbor. We ate, we drank (none alcoholic beverages) and we made merry. As many of you know, since you are family and friends, we called our loved ones. Many of my shipmates remarked how strange this was. After such isolation, we have grown accustomed to having only the company of our shipmates, not only were the phone calls bizarre, but so was the excess of sugar in our veins. Some of us began feeling kind of ill but it was all worth it. While we stood at the waters edge, one of my shipmates commented that this place is like Alcatraz.   The man had a point and we cannot wait for our release date. Over all, week 06 has not been as nightmarish as it could have been. Yes, we lost some people, sweat was shed, and stupid mistakes were made. But there were positives. We learned how to fight fire, (well, sort of) we beat the crap out of each other with Pugil Sticks, and of course there was on base liberty. As week 06 draws to a close, we are preparing for week 07. Although we still screw things up, it is pretty awesome being a senior company. Company Commanders from other companies make their recruits turn away from us, because a junior company does not deserve to look at a senior company. However, our egos remain in check. Now is not the time to coast and pretend the ring has been cast into Mount Doom, for we are still on the slopes.



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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