I was nearing the end of my enlistment in the U.S.Coast Guard at our training center in the San Francisco bay area. Being a small service I had several shipmates there from past duty stations. We were watching the cult film Jeremiah Johnson and realised Alaska had been a favourite assignment and greatly missed. That weekend I removed the contents of my 4 man quarters and 'borrowed' 24 6' pine trees recently delivered for new base landscaping. I then donned my 'misplaced' arctic service parka with full coyote ruff and mustered all my Alaska mates to my 2nd deck quarters for refreshments. Things were going well until somebody attempted to make a campfire. This nasty piece of work born again christian across the way reported to the barracks Master at Arms smelling marijuana. So, Chief bo'sun Sui Tuitasie from American Samoa trudged up and opened the door. Somebody was leaning out the window quoting Robert W. Service as I walked up with several delivered pizzas and contraband beverages. Sui just shook his head, advised us to put the fire out and have everything squared away by reveille. That morning the base security force went on full alert, receiving reports of intruders camoflaged as shrubs crossing from the enlisted barracks to the back of the armoury. The C.O. decided they all needed blood tests and transfers to sea duty: most having avoided that calamity by becoming what we derisively termed as sand crabs.