Because the ordering officers wait until the last minute on Friday to order resources, it usually isn't until about 2am Saturday that the guys on the ground get the call. That was my life for years. We couldn't get drunk. We couldn't have a weekend to ourselves. And... when you are young... that is all well and great because work is like hanging out with the guys with scenery that is generally burning. At one point, the owner of the company I worked for acquired fuel trucks to lease to emergency incidents. At 2am, we get the order, go to the warehouse, grab a convoy of fuel trucks, fill them up, then head to the fire to the North of Temecula. We are driving through the remains of the blaze, which was mostly smoldering ash when the truck in front of me springs a leak. The driver had left the PTO valve on and the tank had been pressurizing for the whole drive. The pressure burst the filter on the outside of the tank and fuel began to pour all over the road. I immediately got on the radio to get everyone to pull over and I immediately started pulling out the hazmat kits. At this point, we have no idea what the problem is and the fuel is blasting everywhere with us surrounded by a thousand tiny little fires dying off. I was very concerned that we were all about to go up in a giant fireball of flames. After a great deal of screaming and pouring kitty litter everywhere and maneuvering those absorbent snakes, we managed to contain the worst of it and cap the offending filter. This was a great moment because I was a bit desperate to get out of there before a spark hit the fuel. But, of course, the fool in the second truck still hadn't turned off the PTO, so when he got back in and started the engine, a second leak sprung and, once again, began dumping fuel everywhere. Based on that, I immediately knew what the problem was and cursed like a sailor trying to make him understand as quickly as possible. When we arrived to fire camp, late and a little light on fuel, I began telling the Incident Commander who stopped me mid sentence and said, "Let me just stop you right there because I don't want to know anything about that and the next thing you need to do is make sure no one else knows anything about that. Make it safe." I left the crew with the fuel trucks, loaded the bosses pickup truck with tons of kitty litter and went back and spent the entire day cleaning up that mess. By the time I returned, at least the fire had stopped becoming a threat to the fuel. That was a long day for me.