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 then my team because we got saddled with the job of throwing a 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 your 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 1 Sgt and 2 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 punched him in the face and caught 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 buildings laundry room. The duties were not pleased when they finally got us and our TL did a 5k into the mountains and avoided the whole thing.
We denied the whole thing even happened so they let us go without proof, the next day we were on our C-130 out to San Clemente with a pissed off PltSgt waiting for us at the runway, I think I have run the whole southern portion of that island a few times now.