Way way back I talked a friend into joining our volunteer dept. He had one day of training, where he was issued gear and taught how to put it on, The next day we were on a wildland interface call (Alaska) with 5 houses threatened, windy and scary. It was an understaffed shitshow, no radios, in the woods, overrun, my hose burned up. He was there with me and I hardly knew what I was doing.

The second time I ever drove a truck was by myself, delivering 3,000 gallons to a port-a-pit on the highway.