So, this one time, I accidentally lit Korea on fire.
*passes around fresh mugs of hot chocolate*
We were having some pretty standard training, with 32 (my tank at the time, later christened Devastator when I wasn't present to object) playing one vehicle ambush force. We weren't allowed to do any serious work with preparing a fighting position or getting proper defilade, so we just ended up tucking ourselves back into some brush as best as we could. Any concealment is better than no concealment.
The first engagement of the day went well; we killed the heck out of Crazy White, probably because they didn't prepare their training equipment properly. Now, they might not know how to boresight laser tag gear, but they certainly competent enough to cheat tell their other platoons about our hide (being beaten by another platoon is bad, but to be beaten by another company is simply unacceptable). As a result, we relocated before the next platoon came through.
The new spot wasn't quite as good as the old, especially because it was under 100 meters away. We settled down to wait for the next contestant, when we noticed a nice bit of smoke from the old spot. Yep. We'd lit something on fire.
Now, we considered call the local training area management or hoping it'd go out by itself, but that would likely scrub training for awhile and I'd feel a little bad about possibly burning a large swath of a Peninsula that I'm quite fond of. And besides, who doesn't like an excuse to play with fire? Fire is fun!
So, for any task, it's important to select the best (available) tool for the job. Under normal circumstances, I'd dismount with my loader to do the firefighting work. Unfortunately, putting out a fire is not something I would have trusted my then-loader to do. Throwing the loader at the problem would have literally required throwing the loader on the problem (I'm reasonably sure that one thrown person would have smothered the fire just fine). Fourtunately for the loader and his uniform, he was tasted out and not training with us that afternoon.
Next best tool for the job would be just using a fire extinguisher. We had them available, but using a fire extinguisher is problematic. If I did that, we'd be down an extinguisher until I could find/refill one. That's a fairly major safety issue, so putting the fire out with the fire extinguisher wasn't a great option (in my army career, I've only resorted to using a fire extinguisher once).
The fire wasn't terribly large, thankfully, mostly confined to one shrub-tree thing. A few shovelfuls of dirt would likely be enough to put it out, if I threw them accurately enough. Our shovel was, of course, currently loaned out to another crew to work on a fuel spill. No dice there.
At that point, I took the fourth-best tool available and left 32 in the care of commander and driver. I was off to firefight with an axe.
As I said, the fire was mostly limited to one shrub-tree thingie. I put out some smoldering brush around the target area to ensure that it didn't spread. My next step was to watch the flames for a bit and poke the tree-bush with my axe, because hey, fire is fun. I eventually completed the observation stage and got to work getting it put out.
The burning plant was only slightly shorter than my towering five foot, four inches (161 cm), so it was not an insignificant problem. I decided to try the dirt throwing method I discussed earlier. However, axefuls of dirt are significantly less effective than shovelfuls, besides making me feel a little ridiculous. My solution involved several strong axe swings to the base of the trunk, followed by braving the flames to push the thing over, followed by several more axe swings to stop the flaming thing from springing back up (which would have been pretty cool, actually). At that point, it was just a matter of stomping everything out, then kicking enough dirt over the shrub-tree to make sure it wouldn't start up again once my back was turned. Unfortunately, the cooler looking singe marks on my tanker boots were covered up by the dust and ash.