Whiskey 193 Recruit Journal Week 05

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Whiskey 193 Recruit Journal

Formed: December 6, 2016

Graduates: January 27, 2017

 

It’s the end of week 05 and the entire company secretly wants to be best friends with our company commanders. They’re treating us differently and they’re slowly beginning to reveal more and more about themselves. 90 percent of the time we spend on line is spent trying to conceal our laughter from them. They spew hilariousness from their mouths. Earlier today as snow piled on the ground Petty Officer Howell, one of the assistant company commanders passed out these tiny yellow shovels to a few of the people in the front of our marching formation. As we headed to chow one of the shovel bearers was clearly holding the shovel incorrectly. “No! That better be at Order Shovel,” he said before stating that he didn’t want for us to “slip and break our noodles.” Each of us recruits cracked a grin and slipped on through the snow as we thought about how out of character that was for Petty Officer Howell. Last week and the weeks before Petty Officer Howell spent his time screaming at us for what felt like hours. Once he literally threw my historian log across the room, yelled at me for 03 minutes straight for being a “terrible historian,” made me stand in the middle of the class room for another 05 minutes before telling me to sit, but not to pick up the 600 pages in my binder that had fallen to the ground. To have Petty Officer Howell make a subtle joke was like one of those moments when you run into a teacher outside of school. A little odd, but welcomed.

 

Our company commanders split the time they spend with us, usually switching shifts when we’re in the galley for lunch chow. Tonight Chief Heinze came in. During our head and water breaks we all pretend that we’re Chief Heinze and lean back matrix style while whisper-yelling “YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!.” We’re not sure if he does that same exact thing on purpose or not, but every time someone gets in trouble the company internally counts down from 03 and without fail he’ll do that exact sequence. It kills us every single time. This week Chief Heinze has spent more time with us in the classroom than usual. Petty Officer Howell might be the funny one, but we all know that Chief Heinze could kills with one shot and probably with his eyes closed, so when he teaches we listen. This week he taught us about the history of the Coast Guard and gave us his perspective of Operational Risk Management. The class content itself wasn’t super captivating, but the bits and pieces of his experience in the Coast Guard he shared with us while he lectured us; was motivating. After Hurricane Katrina chief Heinze was on the first flight to New Orleans. The airport opened so his flight could land.

 

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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