Read this Marine's story, then remember to plan yourself a proper exit strategy.
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Aug of 2011, my Plt of ANGLICO Marines (JTACS/FO'S) were going out to the lovely San Clemente Island for a few weeks for a CAS shoot. But on the days leading up to our departure we were staying in 2/5’s barracks on Pendleton as transients. The Plt took boats out to the island a day earlier than my team because we got saddled with the job of throwing an HMMWV on a C-130 and flying it out there (an experience in itself) so we had an extra day to party and enjoy In and Out Burger. If you're familiar with the area then you know the giant bell posted outside of the regimental HQ...well, we wondered if anyone was ever clever enough to ring it and not get caught (this was thinking brought on by booze).
So one Sgt and two Cpls decided to go and test our theory. We left the junior guy in the barracks so he wouldn’t get in trouble (in retrospect he was the only one saying this was a bad idea), so as the sun was setting, we decided to do our recon of the area. After we did a good evaluation and saw the duties were not nearby, we gave each other a nod and moved on the bell. At this point the Sgt (our TL) ran the opposite direction without saying anything to us as we went to ring the shit out of this bell. We rang this thing for a solid minute, taking turns before the whole regimental HQ went up with duties running every which way trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
What do Marines do when duties are yelling at them? We took the fuck off! This started a crazy foot chase that went over a mile down hills and over fences and had the duties coming out of everywhere. At one point my partner in crime (John) stopped, and had a brief yelling match with one of the staff duties before punching him in the face and catching back up to me. Our E&E plan was terrible, I got caught climbing through an open barracks room window, and John was trying to be James Bond and climb into a ventilation shaft in another building's laundry room...