Papa 194 Recruit Journal Week 02

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Papa 194 Recruit Journal

Formed: May 23, 2017

Graduates: July 14, 2017



Week 02 Historian Summary


So many unknowns as week 02 starts. Having professional terrors running our lives is a completely foreign and extreme lifestyle change for everyone… even those who feel well prepared. The intensity level in unique.


It is our first day with a schedule. The intensity continues at 0530 with our squad bay on fire; leading us to do enough pt that our sweat temporarily douses the flames. But that fire never really goes out. Amidst the chaos our Lead Company Commander, Petty Officer Placencia reminds us that the impossibly high standards they set will prepare us properly for the fleet at the potentiality of real life chaos. It is critical for recruits to remember why we are training this way.


Later, we are blessed with a light workout which gave us a brief reprieve from our company commanders. Soon thereafter, our assistant company commander, petty officer titlton, taught us a 02 hour class about rates and ranks (to be memorized in an instant). She is a very effective yet terrifying teacher and reveled in sprinkling in some effective “boot camp games” and fire drills.


The day continued in a similar fashion until it was time to go on a much coveted “adventura” (led by its namesake, Petty Officer Ventura, another Assistant Company Commander). The adventura consists of hold full canteens strait above our heads for hours at a time. Lovely stuff. Finally we are unceremoniously rushed off to bed.


  1. The next morning. It is cold and stormy, not so dissimilar from the disposition of our esteemed company commanders. For all the recruits, this is an anxiety filled time, an unpleasantness that will last the entire day and beyond. And indeed the day progresses painfully. Afternoon found us marching to class for what we expected to be another rigid, overwhelming session of information to be memorized while being screamed at in between drills. Instead, we were met by a cordial by a cordial, kind, and perhaps a bit boisterous Senior Chief Petty Officer who encouraged us to be conversational and let our guard down just a bit. This much needed and unexpected reprieve comes to a quick and sharp end at the hands of our beloved petty officer Tilton and the day ends with partaking in yet another “adventura.


0530 Wednesday morning…. more of the same, but at least we now have some idea of what to expect. Mercifully, we had a biking session at the gym. A nice low impact workout to ease the tensions… temporarily. For those of you wondering, we look absolutely absurd in our new workout gear which, in part, consists of orthopedic moon-boots called “go-fasters”. These are not pf flyers. They are not guaranteed to make a recruit run faster or jump higher. They look like something an old man would wear to a walking club. We complete this look with white socks up to our calves and shorts that come chest high. To top it off, we tuck in our t-shirts.

We are now referred to as poopoo-papa Company… or so we have been told is our new nickname as things are not improving in an acceptable time frame. We are in rough shape as a company we are suffering from bad attitude and the inability to form as a team. The tragedy of the commons is ringing true. The “incentive training” is getting worse and more frequent and as we approach week 03 the exchange rate has yet to tip in our favor.

The next day find us with no definitive schedule… affording our company commanders ample time to punish us. Morale is at a not insignificant low. Our company commanders remind us that our efforts and dedication set the training. As we attempt to come together as a team, we are beginning to see the light at the end of the struggle.

On the last day of week 02, Petty Officer Placencia made the decision to use real incentive instead of “incentive training” to motivate us. A day free from fire and brimstone. Instead we actually trained. We learned relevant skill sets and proudly sailed through our regiment as a somewhat confident, although still green, ship. But, despite this taste of the good life, we know that tomorrow will be fraught with punishment and ire. We must continue our efforts to come together as a team and avoid future “adventuras”.


Big papa – out.


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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