November 194 Recruit Journal Week 03

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November 194 Recruit Journal

Formed: May 9, 2017

Graduates: June 29, 2017





It’s almost been a week and that daily progression is evident. Squad leaders are more vocal and in turn respect from the squad bay is being earned. To see what tomorrow provides will be our biggest gift and hopefully not our weakening curse. Chief Perez understands that are size doesn’t mean anything in the long run, we must be louder, stronger, and faster.


How many times does a company need to sweat before they start to get a bit fast? Or a bit louder? Or less noisy? November really can’t give you an honest answer as of yet. We did so much ‘I.T.’ that “I’m making my rack” became a repeating chorus from what’s possibly the next top ten single of the summer… featuring Justin Bieber. Our palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, vomit on Hickersons’ shirt already; no spaghetti. As if thinking about Eminem’s wasn’t torture enough, we can’t even touch the doughnuts in the galley. Another rough Saturday done… We will mix it up again tomorrow; come up with another remix… maybe one for “eyes in the boat”.


Just another day for November company here at Training Center Cape May. Sundays are like Ice Cream, when you first get it, it’s enjoyable but somewhere towards the middle it just gets messy. Here, you wake up as per usual begin your daily routine of brushing your two front teeth because you know shaving here is soooo much more important that dental hygiene, so yes, our teeth are rooting, but they aren’t we are just overly rushed. But, it’s Sunday why fret? We were able to make our racks, iron our uniforms, and shine our boots… all in peace; Hail Divine Hours! Then 12pm hits and things change the whole aesthetic of the day changes. The seagulls start to flap their wings differently; the beach that was once all of the recruits’ calling card for joining the Coast Guard now starts to cast brisk winds through our sweat drenched Operational Dress Uniforms. The Company Commanders arrive in their ‘Monstars’ jerseys and blood stained whistles, and we are just helpless Looney Tunes queued and ready for the Michael Jordan of Recruit Training to arrive and save us. Surprisingly we were provided a glimmer of hope, Sunset Day Parade… A chance to march on the very field we could possible graduate on. The very field that gets mowed every day, the very field that gets watered via sprinkler system in the rain, and the very field that we get yelled at for our heels sweeping a single blade of grass during fire drills. Yea, we earned that… up until it started raining… our days went downhill just like our hope… Puddles of sweat formed along the quarterdeck… Happy Sundays, see you again next week. – SR West, B.L., November-194


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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