Papa 194 Recruit Journal Week 05

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Papa 194 Recruit Journal

Formed: May 23, 2017

Graduates: July 14, 2017



Week 05 Historian Summary


Friends, family, and loved ones of Big-Papa-194: We’ve got some homework assignment for this post. Our Company Commanders (well, at least one of them) love 90’s movies, so you should love them too. Got it? Your anwnser guide to this week’s post can be found by watching such cinematic adventures as Billy Madison, Space Jam, Office Space, Cool Running’s, Sandlot, and SGT. Bilko. You will embrace these fine works or you will sweat!

Week 04 is officially on the books and as we complete week 05 the Fleet and our loved ones feel closer than ever. The reality of our lives as Coast Guardsmen nearing in on us is exciting regardless of how much more ground we need to cover as a company before then. Oh, and on top of that our Company Commanders received our orders. A little piece of information that will completely change our lives and shape our careers. The hang up is we have to perform in order to receive them. The first hurdle/opportunity to perform came in the form of a uniform inspection by our Battalion Commander, Senior Chief Pace. Any loose thread, misaligned thread, ill-fitting piece of fabric, or wrinkle could lead to probation. Which really isn’t fair that Senior Chief Pace is the one judging us on wrinkles. The man is so buff that his Operation Dress Uniform doesn’t need to be ironed. Literally everything he wears is form fitting. Asides from the risk of reversion/probation and the fact that this man is Uuuugggeee, he is also the proud owner of the most steely eyed stone cold mug you’d never want to cross. Coincidentally his son, who he like probably, maybe, loves and stuff, is a member of Papa-194 and he wasn’t having any of it. The hapless recruit was just as scared as the rest of us. We had a chunk of time in the morning to prep/primp for the inspection and between all the sweat, frustration, folding and refolding of our sleeves, and franticly clipping off loose threads with a toe nail clipper I discovered a new found respect for our brothers with arms (and abs) just a few miles north of us. Of course I’m speaking of those fist pump’n Jersey Boys who we can safely assume spend just as much time and attention to detail on their Thirsty Thursday attire. Don’t tell me the odds, we ended up doing very well with the inspection (Senior Chief Pace must not have noticed the people who peed a little bit right as he walked in the door).

We continued to perform the rest of that day, things were looking up. The next day our beloved mentor, Captain Shultz, came to speak with us about our futures in the Coast Guard. After fielding ever question under the sun (remember we don’t have Google) we were off to chow. Once on line and formed up with a recruit as the marching squad leader Captain Schultz made his way out and passed right by us. It was this point when we started into a skid. Our marching leader not only forgot to salute our mentor, an Oscar Foxtrot’n Six, but in the frenzy of his impending doom he somehow messed up his name/whipped up a half crap limp salute. There was a collective, “Oh Shoot” let out in the form of a sigh from all of the recruits. Womp. This was the point we realized that it would be a few days before receiving our orders.

Alas the days have been far less caustic as of late and Papa Company, sort of, maybe, miraculously, is attempting to come together as a team. At the beginning of the week, Petty Officer Ventura even seemed to not be so disdainful towards us (in like a Sigourney Weaver / Alien kind of way). The vaunted Damage Controlman even took us for a run for the first time and much like the Jamaican bobsled team, our runnings were not so cool. Not to overuse our “Jump to Conclusions” mat here, but we do appear to be getting faster, louder, and even hitting daunting time objectives. Hell, we even received our first “Piece of Flare”… the coveted(ish) Mid Term Ribbon… smart-butts that we are. With the notion of receiving orders and graduation right around the proverbial corner, our seamanship instructor offered us a grave warning: Now is the time in training when recruits like to slack off, which is also when it will all fall apart for some of us. We can analogize this as needing to be like Milton; obsessing over reacquiring his red Swingline stapler (graduating for us) so that we can finally burn this building down! We cannot slack off like Peter Gibbons and our Company commanders are not incompetent twits like the Michael Bolton loving “Bobs”.

And finally, our orders. The Mecca of Training Days, the Royal Flush of Recruit Poker, The “super Fire and Control Elevator Board” (What?) of our hovercraft. The waiting has been a “Major Thorne” in our side. But on a dreary, rainy Friday morning, the Sailors of P-194 stood before the parade field and embraced their fates. The Endeavour that we have sworn an oath to now feels very very real… our next step is finally known… but who really gives a damn?! We still need to muscle through 03 weeks of this rather unpleasant training evolution. We need to don our PF Flyers and jump higher and run faster to get our “Baby Ruth” ball. It’s time to (Blue) steel ourselves. It’s time to put on our Jordan’s and beat the Monsters all the way back to Moron Mountain so we can finally go become the Awesome Coasties we all think we are. WE WILL PULL OUR HEADS OUT OF WHATEVER DARK CORNHOLIOS THEY ARE IN AND BECOME BASICALLY TRAINED, PHYSICALLY FIT COASTGUARDSMEN AND WOMEN! BYE FELICIA!

This week’s P-194 blog is humbly dedicated to our fellow Naval sailors who lost their lives in the line of duty while sailing aboard their destroyer this past week. Our hearts, thoughts, and prayers go out to their families and loved ones. We salute the sacrifice you have made and will continue to honor your through dedicated service to our Nation. Rest in peace brothers.


BIG PAPA (and Captain Coastguard) – 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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