35 years after the last words were spoken on the "Big 69," I find myself excited again about having the opportunity to relive and tell the true
story of a part of my life that will be with me until they bury me face down in my grave so the whole world can kiss my ass. Just kidding! I have
had a great life. However, like all things, there always seems to be something missing and, in my case, it was not being able to do my 3-hour radio
program for an eternity. The fun, the fly by the seat of my pants without a net shows, the close calls, the looking over my shoulder knowing that
this may be the day I end up spending the rest of my tour in Long Bien prison. It was a self-inflicted, self-fragging adrenalin rush. The only
purpose of the show was to give the troops a laugh, a break from the life and death struggle that they were in second to second, if only for a
heartbeat. I wish I could tell you that I had a master plan or even had an agenda when it started out. I cannot. However, it is funny how things
that are not planned in the beginning seem to mold things as they go and you find yourself hanging on for dear life on a roller coaster from hell. As
I recount the events that led me to Saigon and my destiny, remember that only one little thing had to change, just one. If any little thing changed
on this journey, Radio First Termer would have never existed. One other bit of irony, if you will, is that my birthday is August 15, 1948. AFVN’s
first day of broadcast in Vietnam was August 15, 1962, on my 14th birthday. You can call it luck, I call it FATE.
In the summer of 1965, about the time Adrian Cronauer was giving AFVN a new reality check, I was an incoming junior in my High School. I
always had a desire to be a rock and roll star. I had a Fender guitar and a Fender amp. Three other students and I started a band, and in our minds,
we were going to be the next Beatles. One day, about 6 weeks later, two other guys came over for a jam session, and they were great. Bottom line: I
sucked, and was told I was not needed. After my junior year started, I was approached by the new guys and asked if I would be interested in just
singing. I said yes, and one of the hottest bands in our area was born. During this time of screaming out songs by the Kinks, Rolling Stones,
Beatles, etc., my voice began to change a bit and became deeper. This was also, and there are numerous teachers (if they were still alive) that would
attest to this, I began my class clown, hell raiser, indestructible stage. The band and I stayed together until my senior year until I got in a fight
with a fan and was fired. Such is the life of a rock star.
Like most students of the time, I watched the Vietnam War play out over dinner with my folks. With each passing story, with each passing
death that I saw, I knew that I was not going to go there. As I had a late birthday, August 15, my parents held me back a year, and I did not start
school until I was seven. Therefore, on August 15, 1966, I was an incoming senior and was draftable by the Army since I was eighteen. Of course, I
was deferred because I was still in High School, but I knew my days were numbered, and I had, if memory serves me, a low number. Upon graduation in
May 1967, I made the intelligent decision that I was bored with school and did not want to go to college. So, to avoid being drafted and going to
Vietnam, I enlisted in the U. S. Air Force for four years. "I'll show them," I said. Therefore, on my 19th birthday, August 15, 1967, I left for
basic training in Amarillo, Texas. From basic, I went to tech school for Ground Radio at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, Mississippi. After 6 weeks, I found
out that I was colorblind, and so the Air Force gave me a choice of reassignment. I had the choice of Security Police or Supply. I chose SUPPLY and
went to Lowry AFB in Denver, Colorado. This Air Force career choice, unknown to me at the time, would be instrumental in my story.
My first real assignment and duty was Barksdale AFB in Shreveport, Louisiana. Barksdale was command headquarters 2nd Air Force for SAC
(Strategic Air Command) and the home of the B-52s. Now one thing that you must know is that if every command other than SAC demanded pressed
uniforms, highly polished shoes, quarters bouncing off the beds 2 feet in the air when dropped.... then SAC was 10 times worse. Even with my con
artist ability to get night shift duty where I was virtually self-employed, the barracks inspections and all the bull# associated with it was not my
choice of life. Therefore, as the old saying went in those days, if I wanted to get out of SAC, I had to make a drastic move. The next day, after a
few of us who felt the same way had a night out drinking, we all marched into the personnel office and volunteered for Vietnam. We walked out
laughing and saying to each other that it would be 6 to 8 months or more before we would have possible orders. We all had orders in less than 30
days. My next assignment: Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam.
May 1968: If memory serves, the flight from the states to Vietnam was around 16 hours. I remember when the pilot came over the
loudspeaker and informed us that we were beginning our descent, I looked out my window and saw the dark green mountains and wondered where "charlie"
was hiding. I also remember a chill coming over me and saying to myself "#! What have I gotten myself into!!" The guy next to me said "Amen."
Cam Ranh Bay: the gateway to Vietnam. Every major incoming and outgoing item that supported the war, including new troops, went through Cam Ranh Bay.
My year tour of duty at Cam Ranh was not that eventful. The biggest thing I had to deal with is watching the civilian jets land with new incoming
troops, refuel, and watch them take off again with a plane load of survivors who were lucky enough to make it through and go back to the "world"
again. It was truly heartbreaking. More heartbreaking than that, however, were the caskets that were being loaded into the military cargo planes.
If ever a person needed a dose of reality, that flight line would give it to you.
Towards the end of my tour at Cam Ranh, I went to personnel and selected my top three choices for stateside. I chose great bases with
little chicken # factors. When my orders arrived, I was excited since I was getting the hell out of Vietnam. I opened my orders to see what great
assignment I had, and there it was: Tinker AFB, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Great! F**KED by the Air Force again. Tinker was a depot base that was 90%
civilian run with the 10% military being the step and fetch it boys. Now I find myself doing some really important work for the war effort by doing
inventory control and counting nuts and bolts. Well, to quote an old country and western star I told them "take this job and shove it". I marched
down to personnel and, you guessed it, volunteered for another Vietnam tour. In almost the time it took me to pack my bags, I was off to Phan Rang
Air Base, South Vietnam.
August 1969: Believe it or not, I was home. Unlike Cam Ranh, Phan Rang was considered an R & R site for the ground troops. We had an
air-conditioned theater (the Viking Theater), a swimming pool, movie stars (just kidding). I was assigned to Headquarters Squadron this time, not
supply, and as I told you at the very beginning, FATE was going to lend a hand. I was roomed (cubicalled) with a fairly decent guy, but he was short
and only was there a few days. My next roommate, who arrived a few days later, was assigned to the broadcast group for the base. They did interviews
with the troops, sent the tapes back home to the folks and to the papers, that kind of thing. We hit it off okay, although we were complete opposites
in personality. He was very close to the vest, and as for me, well; let us say I was not. Then, one day he comes into our hooch and informs me that
Phan Rang is going to start doing a local 3-hour broadcast that will override AFVN's signal. He informs me that all of the bases are creating their
own little radio stations and shows and will promote activities that are happening in their own communities. He says he will have to ask his Major,
but feels that, if I wanted to, I could be his studio engineer for the launch of RADIO PHAN RANG, 101.75 FM.
It was a crazy set-up. We had a couple of Teac reel to reel decks, an amplifier, a monitor speaker, a portable cassette player, a
turntable, a telephone and a few cords and wires that hooked everything together. However, the neatest thing was this little switch. When 8 p.m
rolled around (and we had a big clock that was God), we flipped the switch which put our signal out over the radio relay station that overlooked Phan
Rang. 50 watts was nothing to brag about, but it covered not only our base, but also the towns and hamlets that surrounded Phan Rang. We use to do a
gig where I would call in as "charlie" and request certain songs to be played. Occasionally, the "boss" would let me do a Red Cross donut dolly
report or something equally as stupid, but as the Japanese once said, "Beware the sleeping giant." That year, I learned a tremendous amount of
things, but more important, made a tremendous number of friends in the Relay Station. By August 1970, my tour was coming to a close. My year at Phan
Rang was extremely productive, and in addition to all the others I had met, I became best friends with a member of personnel whose name was "Pete
Sadler." Not wanting to go through the nightmare of stateside roulette again, with a little help from "Pete," I was given another Vietnam
volunteer assignment, to Tan Son Nhut Air Base, Saigon, and he decided to tag along.
September 1970: After going home for a 30-day leave, I arrived at my final Vietnam destination: Saigon. It was beautiful. Again, I was
stationed in Headquarters Squadron, and "Pete" and I became roommates. Over the course of the next few months, we listened to the bull# that was
constantly cranking out on AFVN. Stars & Stripes was no better. I remember receiving some newspapers from my Mom and comparing them to what we were
being told in the Stars & Stripes. That is when "Pete" and I really started understanding what bull# was being poured over our families and friends
back home, but more importantly, the guys who were putting their lives on the line every day and not realizing that we were never going to be able to
win the war in Vietnam. The politicians and their buddies, who were cranking out weapons and ammo out the kazoo, were making sure of that. Winning
was not profitable.
"Pete" and I kicked around doing a show similar to what was done at Phan Rang. The bad news, of course, is that Saigon is home to AFVN,
and if they kicked out someone like Adrian Cronauer, I surely would not have a chance in hell to do a LEGITIMATE show. What to do, what to do. If my
dream was to take shape, I needed help, and I needed it from the right people. The first thing we needed was equipment: the same rig that we had at
Phan Rang, but better. I thought about asking my parents for a thousand, but instead I decided that "Midnight Supply" was a more viable option. A
friend of a friend of a friend of a friend made sure we had the best. Next, we needed a place to broadcast from. We surely could not do it from the
base - we had to do it somewhere in downtown Saigon. But where? There was a "gentleman's club" a.k.a. "whore house" where "Pete" knew the
"madam." We approached her about renting one of her rooms on a monthly basis on the top floor in the far back. She requested a few things in
return for the favor of keeping her mouth and those of her girls shut. You might recall that I said choosing SUPPLY would be important down the way
for an Air Force job. So, we had a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend deliver a few products that guaranteed us our first 30 days and
additional products for whatever time after that was required. The next thing was to make the room soundproof as possible since we could not have
street sounds, screaming, or banging next door interrupt our shows. We covered the room in 1" thick cork tiles and mattresses. We added a few
pieces of needed furniture here and there, and the studio was set. We did some test runs with recording and playback to see if we could hear
background noise, etc. The only thing we added was foam padding around "Pete's" and my microphones. That small addition allowed me to get closer
to the microphone as well.
It is November 1970, and everything is ready except material and how to broadcast our signal beyond the Saigon area. Those friends of
mine that I made back at Phan Rang in the Relay Station were the true geniuses that made everything happen. AFVN was able to carry their signal
throughout Southeast Asia because they relayed their signal from tower to tower throughout the country. If we could not go all the way, I did not
want to risk it at all. Fortunately for us, the Phan Rang guys had some great friends in the other area stations, and with a few electronic devices
and wiring, we were set to go with a flick of a switch. Not counting the hotel full of whores, we now had a group of about 10 trusted people that
knew what we were going to do.
Recruiting "Nguyen" was a no brainer for us. We knew we needed a female voice, and she was a bud and we trusted her. More important
than that, she worked in the office of AFVN and got us all kinds of filler stuff, including "Your Air Force in Action." Probably the most important
thing she did for us, however, was let us know how "hot" we were and if we needed to shut down.
It is Thanksgiving 1970. "Pete," "Nguyen," and I meet at the station to begin our final plans of what we want to do. Believe it or
not, at this stage we had not decided on a name or anything like that, as it would be moot if we could not get on the air. The original program name
was going to be Radio First Timer to play off the "first time in country" slogan. However, the more we sounded out with each other, it just did not
ring for us, and so we changed it to Radio First Termer. Since we were going to be broadcasting in FM, we had a full dial to choose from to use as
our broadcast frequency so I picked my favorite number 69, and the rest as they say, is history. We met every day after work and on our days off to
hammer out music, commercials, gimmicks, and shticks. We all covered the "latrine scene" and wrote down any and all things that were written.
"Nguyen," believe it or not, brought in a lot of funny stuff from the ladies latrines. We went into it knowing that we wanted to have 30 DAYS worth
of programming. Honestly, I thought we would be lucky if we lasted a day. I did not see how we could keep pulling it off for multiple days without
being caught. To make our broadcasts smoother, we pre-recorded each day's music and marked each day accordingly. If you listen, you will hear
"Pete" cutting the Akai reel to reel on and off occasionally. We also pre-recorded all the gimmick stuff like "Capt. Pansy's Daily Weather,"
"Swap Shop," "Theater Schedule," etc. We had three big Akai reel to reels: One for pre-recorded music, one for pre-recorded commercials, and one
for pre-recorded gimmick stuff. Unlike DJs that have a delay in case of screw-ups, we were totally LIVE. You can catch "Nguyen," "Pete," and I
in tongue twisters a few times, but we just had to struggle through it. Everything is done. We are ready. We plan to hit the airwaves on January 1,
1971. We just have one last thing to do: Get the word out.
January 1, 1971 - D-Day: Although we have tried to spread the word as much as possible, we do not have the luxury of showing our hand
too soon. We decide to take a big gamble and hope that it does not bite us in the ass. We decide that we are going to preempt AFVN on their own
frequency and promote the new Radio First Termer. At 7:59 p.m. on January 1, 1971, the following message plays on AFVN's own frequency.
"Vietnam, in just 30 seconds your radio experience will change forever. Turn your radios to 69 Megahertz on your FM dial. If you don't we are going
to re-up you for another tour of Vietnam."
With that, AFVN returned to their regular crap, and at 8 p.m., 2000 hrs. for you maggots, Radio First Termer was BORN. With the increasing threat of
being discovered, 21 days and 63 programming hours later, it was laid to rest forever.
Taking one of the famous radio lines ever spoken by Edward R. Murrow and changing it just a bit, my last words were:
"Good Night Vietnam, and Good Luck!"
During our run, we did do a few crazy things that drove the base commander crazy as well as the establishment; we had placards made with
the rabbit logo saying "Rabbit Power." We also had about 250 Dave Rabbit Hard-On Shirts hand painted that were sold by Vietnamese Merchants to the
troops. All of the station equipment, mattresses and furniture were given to the "madam" as payment for rents due. In March 1971, "Nguyen's"
tour was up and she went home. I elected to go back to school, and got an early discharge and left Vietnam in May 1971. "Pete" discharged a few
months thereafter and went home. The three of us kept in contact for a few years off and on, but like most real life military friendships, we moved
on with our own lives and lost contact somewhere along the way.
In the summer of 1982, 11 years after Radio First Termer ceased, I am at a dinner party and begin talking with a gentleman. Somehow or
other, we get to talking about military service. He tells me that he was in the Army and served in Wiesbaden, Germany. I tell him I served in
Vietnam. He asks me if I ever heard of Dave Rabbit. I ask him "Why?" He tells me that Dave Rabbit and his Radio First Termer program is extremely
popular overseas. I ask him how he heard a program that was done in 1971, and he explains that he has a tape. I tell him that I am Dave Rabbit and
that I would like a copy of the tape. He makes me do some of the latrine sayings in my DJ voice, and he then proclaims that I have made his day. I
say, "No, you have made mine." That is the first time that I knew that someone, somewhere, and somehow had made a recording of one of the programs.
He makes me a copy. A few months later, my teenage daughter decides that she needs some cassette tapes to record some of her music on. She grabs
the tapes of Radio First Termer. One day when I am getting ready to transfer them to another medium, I hear radio songs, but not mine. My daughter
has wiped out my only copy of my program, and I would never find this guy again.
On February 9, 2006, 24 years after my tapes have been wiped out by my daughter and 35 years after the show in Vietnam, I am searching the
Internet for some Vietnam pictures for a project. I click on a site that has Vietnam Audio Files. I look down through the list and come upon two
that say Radio First Termer. I click on each and am blown away that they are from one of my programs! Even more intrigued, I do a search for Dave
Rabbit and Radio First Termer and am even further blown away when I see the number of sites that has to do with the program and especially the Home
Page created by Will Snyder, who in my mind, started the Internet Radio First Termer World Wide Phenomenon! Like a kid in the candy store, I
downloaded every MP3 file Will had on the Home Page.
As I said at the beginning...... FATE!
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