Not military but there was a TWA Purser, Uli Derickson, who paid for fuel with her Shell Oil credit card when Flight 847 was hijacked back in 1985.
And here when I buy gas for a car with my credit card the pump clicks off at $50 (sometimes $35) and I have to start again. Good luck filling up a commercial jet. 
Sure, there would be a line of jets behind me waiting to fill up, but they don’t have horns to honk, so it wouldn’t bother me.
(Waiting for someone to drop in and tell me about horns on jets)
Yeah, but you just know you’d get behind the guy who got his 737 up to the pump, and only then remembers that the fuel tank lid is on the co-pilot’s side, dammit!
It was a long time ago (1980s) but I was on a US Navy aircraft that had to divert to a civilian airport. We stayed in a hotel arranged by the airport management and the senior pilot gave the desk a form, signed by him, with instructions to send this to the US Embassy and they will pay the bill. Everything seemed routine to the crew and the hotel. Me, not so much. It was one of my first flights on a P-3 and the landing was waved off in the last seconds by the pilot commanding. It didn’t go down well with the pilot flying. 
All I knew was that was no ordinary landing and when the pilot was relieved and came back to the crew he was pissed.