That Post-CQ Coffee Hits Different

CQ duty has gotten complicated with all the additional requirements flying around these days. As someone who’s pulled more than my fair share of overnight shifts, I learned everything there is to know about that magical moment when it ends. Today, I will share it all with you.

It’s 0600. You’ve been awake since yesterday’s 0600. Your eyes feel like sandpaper wrapped in regret.

Probably should have led with this part, honestly. The overnight delivered everything expected: three drunk privates who lost their CAC cards, one “emergency” that was someone’s roommate snoring, and a fire alarm from burned popcorn at 0300. That’s what makes every CQ shift feel exactly the same.

But now you’re free. Relief showed up only seven minutes late, which is basically on time. You’ve signed over the book. The duty phone is no longer your problem.

And there it is. The coffee. Maybe from the DFAC, weak and suspiciously lukewarm. Maybe from the gas station where they know your order. Maybe instant from the break room Keurig.

Doesn’t matter. That first sip is transcendent. I’ve had expensive pour-overs that couldn’t compete with post-CQ gas station coffee.

It tastes like freedom. Like your own bed. Like the eight hours of unconsciousness you’re about to fall into.

Then your squad leader texts about 1300 training, and the coffee turns bitter. But for one beautiful moment, you were at peace. That’s what makes those brief windows of relief so precious.