Quebec 194 Recruit Journal Week 02

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Quebec 194 Recruit Journal

Formed: June 6, 2017

Graduates: July 28, 2017


Week 02 Summary


To pain or to train? That is the question. Quebec-194 chooses pain. My name is Seaman Recruit Skidmore, friends from home call me Marissa, and my Lead Company Commander calls me, “Lost in the Sauce”. My company is Quebec-194; we are by far the worst company of recruits to ever come through Cape May. (Facebook moms, plan on changing your flights because we’re on at least a 10 week program.) My company commanders are mystical beings capable of transforming mortals into inanimate objects, turning 3 pound canteens into 100 pound anvils, and they are fueled by salt (which must be harvested daily in sweat and tears). Life for a Quebec week 02 recruit isn’t easy. *Screaming at the top of my lungs* “Facebook moms, Seaman Recruit Skidmore. I request to inform you, my assistant company commanders are, Intelligence Specialist 1st Class Taylor and Machinery Technician 2nd Class Karnya! My lead company commander is Chief Aviation Maintenance Technician Grote!” That’s how we talk now. Learning to destruct prior mannerisms and habits for a proper military bearing is challenging for our company. The company commanders tell us we struggle because we “have no brains”; did I mention they’re capable doctors and psychiatrists too? They’ve diagnosed most of us with ailments we had no idea about. We all have “no brain”. Some of us have “chewy bar ankle”, and a few have a rare condition called “ugly face”. Counseling for recruits experiencing a mental breakdown usually consists of a speech at volume 200 about wasted tax dollars and how no one cares… So for all you moms, who have weird masochistic children, don’t worry! They’re doing great! But everyone else definitely needs a hug.

There are big silver linings for recruits to focus on despite the daily struggle of holding things in front of ourselves for hours when we don’t follow instructions. The big one for most of my shipmates and I is chow and chew bars! (The other big one is cute bunnies and geese around the regiment.) We have a Super Lusby’s for a galley! Every day, 03 times a day, we get to smile and say please and thank you. The nice cafeteria workers are almost as fueling as the dank meals they make. We get through every day in terms of “Chow. Chow. Chow. Chew bars.” Chewy bars are our evening snack that we eat at muster (roll call). I think boot camp is a lot harder mentally than most of us anticipated, but it’s amazing how quickly everyone is adapting, and chow and chewies have a lot to do with that.

So… week 02. We have met our magical company commanders (more stories to come), started working on our military bearing (holding stuff… until people start crying), and scratched the tip of the iceberg learning about the Coast Guard culture.

Sorry I couldn’t leave you with more tonight, Facebook moms. It’s past my bedtime and we wake up at 0530 most mornings. Your recruits love you, miss you, and want you to pet their dogs for them.


Much Love from Quebec-194 and the

Worst Seaman Recruit ever,

Skimore, M. A.


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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