I always keep a half tank minimum. Its my one rule in life.
For what crisis doeth I prepare mineself I here thee cry?
Let me take you gentlemen back to 2014. Young tango is in Brecon for his first ever battle course. Despite all odds, he's found himself a half decent lass in Cardiff.
2300 hrs on a Friday night. He has returned from a week of disappointing command appointments and is enjoying a kebab in brecon. His phone bells, she is requesting his affections.
Cut a long story short, I ran out of petrol in merthr tidfyl and if it weren't for the local rugby team pushing the wagon into the petrol station I'd probably still be stuck there.
I had a similar experience to yourself.
Early nineties I was standing by HMS Iron Duke in build at Yarrow Shipyard on the Clyde. One weekend I got stitched up for duty driver. There wasn't much fuel in the Pusser's Tilly so I asked the Jossman for the fuel card so I could fill it up but he refused to give it to me. I didn't have any money and even if I had there was no way I was going to pay out of my own pocket to put fuel in.
On the Sunday afternoon I gets a call to pick up a group of naval officers from Glasgow Airport, which I did. They emerged from the airport, all wearing their no.1 uniform. On the return to Glasgow we were trundling down the A82 Great Western Road when the inevitable happened and the minibus ran out of fuel. Fortunately the petrol station wasn't too far away so there was I, steering the Tilly, whilst half a dozen naval officers in uniform pushed the Tilly along the dual carriageway to the petrol station.
Let's just say that the Joss had the hump with me on Monday morning and wanted to troop me but didn't have a leg to stand on so couldn't.