Lima 194 Recruit Journal Week 03

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Lima 194 Recruit Journal

Formed: April 25, 2017

Graduates: June 16, 2017



Week of 07 May 2017

Here we are, week 04 is upon us and the rules of James hall are making it very clear that there will be no more missed time objectives, bad uniform inspections, etc. We as a unit are slowly improving, but nothing seems to be getting our butts in gear better than hearing Fire! Fire! Fire! It rings out across the squadbay countless times every day, from dawn to dusk. It wakes us up every morning as we stumble out onto the parade field at 0530, screaming as loud as humanly possible.

Tuesday arrived and Chief Heinze came into action and cracked skulls with his M1 Garand. A recruit dared laugh as his shipmate was being crushed under his mattress, so the Don Corleone himself made an example of him. He had the laughing recruit take his M1 Garand and destroyed him with Up Down Out In’s, Front Sweeps, and Squats. Then to further emphasize the point, he uttered the words every recruit fears. “Go get your Mattress.”   After exacting his punishment, he took us outside to practice our close order drill. He separated us by squads, and had each squad watch the rest of the company march so we could see for ourselves how bad we looked.

Wednesday came at us like a NFL Defensive Lineman. Our bodies were at an all time low as our motor functions committed to muscle memory, and we wound up like zombies on auto-pilot. Our most hated punishment is when have to pack all of our belongings, and I mean ALL of our belongings into our seabag, and endlessly pass it around the quarterdeck until we physically can’t continue, or until our Company Commanders get tired of watching us. Our bodies always fail before their resolve.

Thursday or D-day was the day our Company Commanders utterly destroyed our squadbays. Imagine every terrible childhood prank you’ve ever seen, and multiply that by infinity. What our Company Commanders did to our squadbays was like something out of a horror movie. We couldn’t even see the deck past the toilet paper, and paper towels, and trash, and shedder paper, and soap, and baby powder. It represents the rage they can display when we don’t operate at 100%. It took the whole Company 2 days to clean up.

Friday started the weekend, which doesn’t mean anything in recruit training because every day is exactly the same regardless. It started with Seamanship classes on Knot tying, and ended the way every day ends. In a puddle of sweat on the ground.

But where there is dark, there is light on the horizon. Boot Camp is supposed to whoop our butts into shape and it most definitely is. I wake up sometimes baffled at the reality that I survived another day. The overall mood is exited and motivated here in LIMA-194. We all miss home but we know that our loved ones are counting on us to be great.


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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