Yankee 197 Recruit Journal Week 03

International Maritime Signal Flag Yankee

Formed: September 10, 2019

Graduates: November 01, 2019

Friends and family of Y-197 – This week, we took the classes many of us were looking forward to. For three days we took Seamanship classes where we learned ship communication and knot tying, we also practiced marching with our pieces in military formation like a real unit. I was having doubts about how good we were doing until Chief Krusko gave us our first complement in three weeks. But you know Yankee, we had to screw it up. We had our rucksacks checked and a shipmate was found with filthy white underwear draped over his toothbrush. Chief Krusko was so disgusted, his eyebrows flew to the top of his head. At least he had hair for a few seconds. Everyone was sweating bullets as our Company Commanders tore through our rucksacks left and right. Another shipment was found with a letter saying “I know I shouldn’t be writing this but…” turns out, he should not have been writing that, but we still haven’t learned our lesson. One of our shipmates fell asleep in Chief Krusko‘s own class. His bald head was so red with rage, he looked like a tomato. He promised us pain, but we had an unlikely savior….the medical staff. We were instructed to sanitize the entire squad bays to prevent the spreading of illness, so we spent the entire evening cleaning instead of sweating, but nothing would save us from Petty Officer Gunn. I don’t know if she is pure evil or mentally unstable (probably both is my bet). One thing is for sure though, she has a lot of energy for her job. Someone should give her an anatomy lesson so that she’ll know we can’t scream at the top of our lungs and lift heavy objects for almost half an hour. But that was exactly what she expected from us. The sweat session may have been brief if we hadn’t been caught not filling our sea bags all the way. No exaggeration… we got punished all day. The only breaks we had were divine hours and chow; Petty Officer Gunn always looks so down when we go to chow, but so happy when we get back to pain and sweat. One of our shipmates jumped up and down like he was trying out for the cheerleading squad. The next day, that same shipmate was chased around the track by Petty Officer Lacy as if he was a slasher from a 90’s horror movie. Despite all these mishaps, Yankee Company is getting better. Our Company Commanders keep saying we are going to be the loudest, strongest and best company on the regiment (and I thought the code of conduct said don’t lie). Yankee-197, signing off

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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