Mike 194 Recruit Journal Week 03

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Mike 194 Recruit Journal

Formed: May 12, 2017

Graduates: June 23, 2017

 

Mike-194, Week 03

A week of Everest highs and hell-bound lows… It started as a typical week of morning sweat and drowsily failing time objectives. But then came our visit with our mentor—Admiral Henderson and Lieutenant Toredo to give us a sit down and tell our stories. Many were frightened at the sight of such a high ranking officer and him telling us to be at ease. We talked about our families, our futures, and the steps to take in order to make them all we want and more. This rallied what little strength and confidence we had left from a week of encumbering challenges. This man—someone who has more ribbons than we have recruits—joking with us about the simple realities in place. Reminding us that this isn’t forever, but it is necessary. Even the lieutenant told us about her tale of being reverted when she was in our shoes. With this in mind, our little ragtag company can make it through this without a sweat… well… more like our entire body weight in sweat and tears.

 

That evening it began. The first time objective came: black socks, boots, 05 minutes, GO! …either we got more lucky than any of us thought possible or it came… the fire finally came… with 10 seconds remaining, we were MISSION COMPLETE! From then on that night, we were on fire. One after another, we succeeded. So much so that we were given time to train on everything we had hoped for since Week One. Marching ourselves without fret, shining our boots with as much time as we needed, we had finally tasted the sweet fruits of our tireless labor.

 

Then came Sunday… those fruits soured real quick…

 

It was a windy Sunday morning as M-194 was, once again, woken up to FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! We jumped out of our racks still half asleep, fumbling around for our shoes, and running outside into formation ready for another full day of training… or sweat. Our eyes still crusty from sleep; our bodies exhausted; our noses running; and perpetual coughing; but we were undeterred ready to face the final day of Week 03. The morning would give us more rest as the entire regiment enjoyed 05 hours of Divine Hours. Then the clock turned 1300…

SR BRADLEY and SR COTA

 

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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