Many of you have seen this past week, Frank Podlaha (a.k.a. Frankie) and StreetJelly won first prize in the 2014 Tennessee Veterans Business Association Business-Plan Competition. Folks have been asking about Frank’s service in the U.S. Army and his time as a helicopter crew chief in Operation Desert Storm. Here’s one of his stories…
“No shit, there I was…” All good war stories should start like that. So there I was, or more precisely, there we were: Saudi Arabia, December 1990, 2nd Armored Cavalry Regiment, somewhere in the desert north of Hafar Al Batin, south of the Iraqi border. My buddies and I spent our days maintaining AH-1F Cobra Attack Helicopters. We were crew chiefs, or more accurately, helicopter mechanics and aviation crewmen. We were getting our aircraft ready for the impending ground invasion for Operation Desert Storm. Although at the time, it was known as Operation Desert Shield.
We worked out of the back of a 5-ton Army truck converted into a small tool shop. It was jammed packed in every corner with wrenches, sockets, gauges, you name it. It had everything we needed to work on the helicopters. But the one most important thing it didn’t have: music! That’s ok, though, as we brought along our own portable am/fm radio cassette player. I can’t remember the brand – but think of a smaller one-speaker Emerson type model. It was physically the size of a breakfast cereal box.
We had plenty of C-size batteries to run the mini boom-box, plus we had AC power whenever we stopped rolling and cranked up the generator. Six or seven guys hung out daily in the back of this truck. We all had various musical tastes, but for the most part we all liked the rock classics. At the time, the best pop music could give us was “Ice-Ice Baby.” I know!
After a few weeks of being in-country, we ran through playing all our cassettes ad nauseam. No, there were no radio stations way out in the desert, not even the propaganda station Baghdad Betty. “Play this cassette.” “No, we just heard that, play this.” “No way.” “Don’t even think about putting that junk on.” That’s what our musical decisions were reduced to.
Then it happened, purely out of frustration or musical despair, Mike Carper …or was it Bryan Benz, laid down the musical law and said while holding up the Rolling Stones Hot Rocks tape, “we will only listen to this cassette in this truck until we get back home!” Ooooh-kay. Sounded like absolute silliness to play one tape for the rest of our tour, but what the hey!
And that’s what we did, play that double-sided greatest-hits album over and over again in that truck. And I mean over and over and over and over again. FIVE MONTHS STRAIGHT! At first, it was kind of fun, then a bit annoying. But after a while, it was truly an adventure in insanity to see if we could really pull it off. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months.
We repaired the tape at least five times. Yep, you remember those old cassette players – 1 out of 20 tapes got chewed up inside. Not a problem for us, we were ass-kicking Cobra “snake doctors.” Surely we can repair a cassette tape. And we did with a pair of jewelers screw drivers and a little bit of scotch tape. We spliced that recording back together each time.
We traveled 100s of miles through the desert, perhaps 1000s. We crossed the boarder into Iraq, entered Kuwait from its north, crossed back into Iraq. Many sleepless nights, many long days – but we always had Hot Rocks to listen to. The tape sounded horrible after time. But it didn’t matter, flip it over and let’s listen to it again!
There you have it, we never played another tape in the that truck the entire war. The cassette made it back with us to Germany in 1991. We christened it “The Tape from Hell” and eventually mounted it on a plaque. The team gave it to Mike, our Sergeant, as a gift when he left the Army.
…and yes, I know every word on that dang album. And to this day, I have not listened to Hot Rocks since. ~frankie
“Drum roll please… [brrprrprrprrprr] And now, Ladies and Jellymen, allow me to introduce… The Tape from Hell“
Image on February 1, 2014 at 6:02 am said:
Wow a fantastic blog !! thanks for sharing this great story with us Frankster .
Amanda on February 1, 2014 at 6:51 am said:
Great story Frankie. I don’t think I would have made it five months with only one cassette. Lol.
Love the blog. 😀
Michelle I Howe (Chelley) on February 1, 2014 at 10:12 am said:
Thanx Frank for the blog–So we no longer care for Rolling Stones?? Much more importantly to me –Thank You for being one who stepped up and served
Frank Podlaha on February 1, 2014 at 10:15 am said:
Oh no, I LOVE the Rolling Stones, Michelle. I just don’t plan on listening to Hot Rocks from cover to cover anytime soon. 🙂
Bryan on February 1, 2014 at 12:04 pm said:
Thanks Frank, I haven’t thought about that cassette in a long time and probably for a good reason…but ya gotta love the Stones.
Clifton Printy on February 1, 2014 at 2:37 pm said:
I love a good Story, Frankie.This is the best Streetjelly blog yet. I don’t thing it will ever be topped.<3
Kenny Z on February 1, 2014 at 4:41 pm said:
Yeah good story Frankie, My nephew is leaving next week to start his training as an Army helicopter mechanic. I’ll have to send this story to him so he takes enough music with him.
Pete Bensen on February 1, 2014 at 11:58 pm said:
What a story! The deprivations for defending our way of life are both great and small. Very effective use of a “distraction technique” to maintain morale.
That being said, I hope I don’t have “technical problems” when I play “Wild Horses” and “Jumping Jack Flash” on http://www.StreetJelly.com.
Leann on February 2, 2014 at 6:51 pm said:
Frank I always enjoy your stories; it is wonderful to hear history told with your passion and enthusiasm. You are awesome!
Danny C on February 3, 2014 at 9:26 am said:
1st of all from one veteran in a family of three to another we thank you for your service. In fact my youngest was a member of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Also thanks for the great story.
Julius Veal on February 6, 2014 at 3:52 pm said:
A 21 gun salute is in order for the boombox and the honorable service of this 90 minute cassette. I’m an Air Force vet myself Frankie and I salute the service of your unit. I separated in 1990. From a few remote assignments I had myself I can relate to this war story. I admire the consensus and decree effort you guys exhibited to find a solution to the play list. Thanks for sharing the story because it illustrates the importance of music in our everyday lives. You made it home bro.