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Suzanne Rice

Feb 27 2024

The Other Side of the Wall – 1990

Berlin Wall West Point

Preface

     Following the second World War, the former German borders were reduced and divided into four zones of occupying forces: Great Britain, France, the United States and the Soviet Union. The former capital, Berlin, was also divided into four sectors.

     It did not take the Soviets long before they attempted to take all of Berlin through a blockade. (They also tried to take all of occupied Vienna.) Fortunately, the other Allies were able to defeat the Soviet aggression through the most miraculous airlift in history. (But that is a story for another time.)

     It also did not take the citizens of what became East Germany and East Berlin to realize their brothers in the West were much better off.  The resultant exodus of East Germans (estimated at 2.5 million) led to a closing of the borders and eventually to building a wall around West Berlin (155km) and along the “inter-German border” (1400km), which became known as the “Iron Curtain” to us and the” Death Strip” to all Germans. Hundreds of East Germans were killed or died in other ways directly connected to the German Democratic Republic (GDR) border regime between 1961 and 1989.

     In the years following graduation, many of us 1969’ers served on “Freedom’s Frontier” in both West Germany and West Berlin, facing down the East German Border Guards (Grenztruppen der DDR or Grenzer, as they were called).  I was one of the officers defending the West and consider myself fortunate to have spent 15 years doing so on both borders.

     Between 1961 and 1988, it is estimated that well over 100,000 citizens of the GDR escaped or tried to escape across the inner-German border and the Berlin Wall. More than 600 of them were shot and killed by GDR border guards or died in other ways during their escape attempt, some drowning while trying to swim to the West, others setting off anti-personnel mines. 262 of those died at the Berlin Wall.

     I, like many others often wondered how the Grenztruppen could have been so callous and brutal, killing their fellow countrymen and women.  That so many East Germans were killed at the border is alarming and tragic and causes one to question how such a thing could happen. It is alarming and tragic because such atrocities can and still do occur.  All it takes is a system of government that makes it lawful and possible to control, imprison and even kill its citizens. When the GDR realized they were bleeding their critical populace, they created an infrastructure to control and imprison them. One of the first steps was to create the “Iron Curtain” and the Berlin Wall, both enclosing what became known as the “Death Strip,” seen below.

drawing of Berlin Wall
The Border

     Those of us serving in Germany knew about the border and “Death Strip” but not much about the Border Guards.  I certainly did not, and it was not until after the “Wall” came down in 1990, that I had the opportunity to learn firsthand about the Grenztruppen and the other side of the border. When the III (GE) Corps Engineer organized a guided tour of the border by former Grenztruppen officers and non-commissioned officers for the V (US) Corps Engineer and staff, I was included, as the embedded liaison officer to the German Corps.

     Our “tour guides” were now civilians disliked by East and West Germans alike, and unable to find jobs. Consequently, they were somewhat glad to be hired by the government to clear the old Death Strip of obstacles and unchartered minefields.  They were in the process of doing so when we visited.

     Their unenviable status in the new Germany was one of the things we learned during our 3-day tour on the border and 3 nights of staying with our guides in their former barracks. Of course, beer was served with our dinners and for several hours afterwards, which led to many stories and the realization that these “soldiers” were men doing what they were told and required by the laws of their land. More on that later, but first some background history.

     After the war, the Soviet sector borders were manned by the Border Police (Grenzpolizei). In 1961, they  were reorganized as the Border Troops of the GDR (Grenztruppen der DDR) and were moved from the Ministry of the Interior, which oversaw policing, to the Ministry of National Defense (MfNV) which oversaw the military. The Grenztruppen became the fourth service branch of the National People’s Army (NVA), the armed forces of the GDR. This is when the border was closed, first with barbed wire, which hindered but did not stop the exodus. Then cinder blocks were added and later the 13-foot-high concrete wall. One famous breach of the wire was on 15 August, 1961, when Konrad Schumann leapt across the closed border.

Cinder Blocks Added to the Berlin Wall (Note original bobbed wire barrier)
East German Border Guard Konrad Schumann Leaps to Freedom over the Berlin Wall Just Two Days After It Began to be Erected
Wall Remembrance Memorial built in 2014
East Germans Add Broken Glass to the Top of the Wall Ten Days After Construction of the Wall Began

     In 1973 the Grenztruppen were separated from the military and became directly subordinate to the MfNV, with their own patch. They remained in this status until

Grenztruppen Patch

1 July 1990, when the GDR’s border control regime along the borders with West Germany and West Berlin was ended.   At its peak, the Border Troops numbered approximately 47,000 personnel.  In September 1990, shortly before the reunification of Germany, the Grenztruppen were disbanded; its border patrol duties along united Germany’s eastern frontiers were assumed by the Bundesgrenzschutz (Federal Border Guard – later the Bundespolizei or Federal Police). The Grenztruppen numbers were rapidly reduced. Over half (mostly leadership) were dismissed within 5 months. The “Death Strip” was abandoned, and the Bundeswehr gave the remaining border guards and other ex-East German soldiers the task of clearing the border fortifications, which was not completed until 1994. The scale of the task was immense, as not only the fortifications and uncharted minefields, which had shifted over 30 years, had to be cleared, but hundreds of roads and railway lines had to be rebuilt.

     Over the 3 days of our tour, we gained the impression that many of the Grenztruppen were not particularly mean or brutal. It was the dictatorial government ordering them to use all means available to stop any attempt to leave the communist paradise, including shooting the traitors.  While some soldiers probably did believe they were “defending against Western aggression,” not all did, and the GDR regime did not trust them.

     We learned from our trip that individual guards were never sent out alone and were not told in advance what sector they were going to “defend.” No permanent teams were built; the individual border guard did not know his “comrade” well enough to allow collusion to plan or allow escapes, or to avoid shooting “to kill.” The “comrade” could even be a STASI spy (state security service, patterned after the Soviet KGB) checking on him.

     Additionally, Border Guards were instructed daily that under no circumstances were fugitives to be allowed to escape across the border line, shooting them if necessary. Also, the incidents had to be kept secret as far as possible, even at the cost of the fugitives’ lives. (Some injured escapees were left in the “Death Strip” for hours while they bled out.) Border guards, successful in keeping fugitives from leaving GDR territory received commendations.

     Fortunately, on 9 November 1989 at the Bornholmer crossing in Berlin, the officer in charge, LTC Jaeger received no guidance other than the impossible task to control the several thousand East Germans demanding to open the gates. More importantly, he did not receive the Schießbefehl (order to shoot) given by the communist leadership. According to one of our “guides,” a former colonel in the Grenztruppen, the general in charge refused to pass the order down. LTC Jaeger opened the gates and the rest is history.

     Given all the precautions taken by the Grenztruppen leadership, the years of indoctrination and education (“brainwashing”) and the laws of the land that ordered guards to shoot traitors and suffer consequences for not doing so, it becomes somewhat clearer how countrymen could shoot each other … and still do today. That does not make it right, but the legalities involved tied up convictions for years.

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Bruce McBane

Oct 31 2023

Rice, Chris: Afghanistan – Part 1 – Going Home – 2016

5 a.m. November 12, 2016, Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan

So, there I was.

My rifle was locked in a shipping container.

My pistol ammo was turned in.

My body armor was packed in a duffle.

My building had a shower.  Inside.

It was 0500 in the morning.  

I was going home.

And since I was going home, I was awake at 0500 on the first morning that I had nowhere to be in almost 9 months.  Why not start the countdown 14 hours early?

Boom.

Huh.  Seems a little early for a controlled det[onation].

And then the magical stream of radio frequencies that had just delivered the first half of an episode of Justified to my trusty (usually) new Kindle went out.

Oh.

Oh,  No.


It was day two-hundred-and-something at that inexplicable live-fire annex to the National Training Center that was Bagram Airfield in 2016.  And most of Task Force Red Warrior had already left.

We showed up ready. We were the Theater Reserve Force.  If something went down, we would go.

But why would you send a bunch of standard light infantry bubbas from Bagram, when the Special Operations boys are bored, and they are right there, anyway? 

So, for nine months, we sat.  In a Tactical Operations Center.  Waiting.

The line companies did some exploring.  Every now and again a Special Forces team wanted some little buddies to follow them around.  Or someone needed to babysit the US Forces-Afghanistan commander’s airplane when he flew to make sure the Germans were still at least nominally in charge in Mazar-e-Sharif.

One time we thought we were going to be sent to Kunduz. Almost 200 miles.  By ground.  In 2016.  It didn’t pan out.  (author’s note:  that may have something to do with the number of potential ambush sites along the route.  At this point in the war, we knew exactly how many there were.  As did the Taliban.)

Possible “Trip” to Kunduz

One time, an F-16 crashed.  

It was on take-off.

The pilot walked home and knocked on the gate.  (author’s note:  good news story?  Yes, certainly.  But would it have been generous of him to wait long enough for our ready platoon to rescue him, instead of rescuing himself like some sort of hero?  Also, yes.)

We trained.

We trained as individuals.

We trained as Fire Support Teams.

We trained with Our Air Force Tactical Controllers.

We ran.

We lifted.

We carried a radio the 100 yards between the TOC and the Task Force gym, just in case someone, somewhere in Afghanistan found an urgent need for an enterprising Task Force Fire Support Officer / Battle Captain between sets.

After a certain point, we studied for the GRE (this one was mostly me).

Mostly, we waited.

Spring came and went.  Summer turned to fall.

We waited.

The first flights of Red Warriors headed home.  We TOC humans waited for our replacements.

Crest of 1-12 Infantry – Task Force Red Warriors

We waited.

We–me, again–got grief from the Incoming First Cavalry Division Chief of Staff for wearing a Marne patch on my right shoulder at the relief-in-place outbrief.  (author’s note:  Turns out he didn’t like replacing the mighty Third Infantry Division in Iraq back in the day.  For his good and for mine, he didn’t ask my opinion of First Cav; although, I was tempted to give it, regardless.)

We waited.

And, eventually, the day came.

Due to the hard work of one diligent Taliban sympathizer, something finally happened. 

A few hours later, I got to go home.  Back to Fort Carson, the mountains were calling, and I did go.

Five others did not.


On November 12, 2016, four Americans were killed by an insurgent while preparing for a Veteran’s Day 5k run on the “Disney Side” of Bagram Airfield.[1]  Sixteen additional Americans and one Pole were injured.  One of the injured Americans eventually died of his wounds.  Their killer, an ostensibly reformed Taliban fighter, had slowly constructed a bomb on the base while working as a contractor on the base’s non-tactical vehicle yard. 

Bagram Airfield

For hours, we on the opposite side of the airfield had few details of what had happened.  But one thing was clear from the moment the internet cut out:  whatever had happened, there were casualties.

My remaining hours in Afghanistan were surreal.  Waiting to find out what was going on.  Knowing that whatever happened was bad.    Lacking even the comfort of a little bit of force protection ammunition.  Unable to let anyone at home know we were okay.

We still flew home, though, unharmed and more or less on schedule.  Back in the safety of the non-IED lands, the good people of Kuwait were kind enough to leave the Wifi on for us.

Not everyone was so lucky.

[1] The Disney Side was the side of the airbase with the main headquarters.  Perhaps not coincidentally, it also featured the surreal accretion of morale, welfare, and recreation facilities that graced freedom’s frontier in happier times.  While the author was not privileged to experience Bagram Disney at its peak, he can certify that its counterpart at Kandahar Airfield was truly a sight to behold.

Read part 2 here.


 

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Chris Rice

Oct 29 2023

Rice, Suzanne: Afghanistan – part 2 – On Pins and Needles – 2016

To read part 1, go here first.

November 12, 2016 Near Atlanta, GA

      A friend’s husband was going to be out of town, and she asked me to spend the weekend with her. We had been friends for several decades and it was a chance for us to have some quality time together. I was delighted to have the opportunity.  I was at her house when I woke up on Saturday, 12 November 2016. Our son, Christopher, had been stationed at Bagram Air Force Base but was leaving Afghanistan with his unit on that day after his second tour to that war zone. The whole family was delighted that he would soon be back at Ft. Carson. It would be several days before he would land in the US after leaving Afghanistan.

     When I woke up, I reached for my phone to check the time (oh, too early!). It was 4 a.m. in Atlanta. Since it was so early, I took a look at the newsfeed on my phone. Oh, my gosh! Oh, no! The title of the first article was “Terrorist Attack at Bagram Air Force Base”. What? How could that be? Bagram was thought of as the safest post in the war zone. I was horrified, worried and immediately fully awake. What do I do next? It was too early to wake up my friend to tell her. Instead, full of worry, I got up, dressed, repacked my overnight bag and got ready for the day, still pondering what I ought to do.

      Having been around the military for several decades by this time as an Army wife and later, an Army mom, I knew that when there was some sort of tragedy in the military, all personal communication would stop and only a military spokesman would be giving out information. The theory was that the next of kin of those injured or killed would need to be contacted before the full story would go out to the public. That also gave the military time to investigate the situation. This also kept rumors from flying around. It might take a day or so to contact the next of kin. Oh…that is me.

     At six o’clock, I decided that I needed to get home as fast as possible. How could any Army representative get in touch with me if I wasn’t home? I woke up my friend and told her the situation. She was shocked, horrified and concerned. Our church has overnight Adoration on Fridays and into Saturday morning; since it was the six a.m. hour, I decided I would have time for a few minutes of prayer before anyone would come to my house to tell me the fate of our son. I was a little shaky, but since my friend lives close to church, it didn’t take me long to drive over where I found another friend there praying. I asked her to keep Christopher in her prayers. She knew him from a child and was happy to be in prayer for him, but shocked and concerned about his fate.

      Then, I rushed home where I tried to get my mind off the situation in Afghanistan, though I did check the news, but found nothing; it was all I could think of – why wasn’t there news? Where was Christopher? What had happened? Was there any additional news?  Flip on the television, again. No additional info just the Alert that there was a terrorist attack at Bagram. How can I keep my mind occupied? Should I call other family members – or will they just worry like me? I tried to keep the worry to myself, when I realized I needed to get people praying for the victims. I called Christopher’s sisters in MD and then, went back to my personal worrying.

      At about noon, out of the blue, came a call from one of my husband’s West Point classmates. I don’t believe he had ever called me before and I don’t remember now what he had planned to talk about, but in the midst of whatever it was, he asked about Christopher. “Thank you for asking…you’ll never believe what is going on.” He hadn’t heard about the attack. He reassured me that he would keep Christopher, his men and the soldiers/airmen at Bagram AFB in his prayers. I believe God inspired his call to me to reassure me.

     I was well aware that I would not hear from Christopher for some time, if ever again. What I didn’t know was where he might be. Would he still leave Afghanistan? Was he injured? Was he alive? It was hard to think of those things, but I needed to be prepared. I had to think how I would handle each of those possibilities. Among all those thoughts, I kept looking out the window to see if I would see the dreaded Army vehicle on my street.

      It was a very long Saturday – no matter that it started at 4 a.m. It was the uncertainty of the situation. Should I pack a bag to get to Ramstein, Germany where badly injured soldiers would be taken? There wasn’t much information from news outlets. All I could do was wonder and try to figure out how I would handle the situations that might confront me and my daughters. All I knew for sure was that I needed to stay home until more information came my way, so that is what I did. Eventually, since the day had gone by without any personal news, I had to give up and try to sleep. It was hard to put the difficult thoughts to bed even when I was in bed myself.

      Sunday morning came and there still was no communication from Christopher or anyone. Eventually, I learned from the media what had happened. At 5:30 a.m. that Saturday morning in Afghanistan, a group of more than 100 soldiers and American contractors had gathered for a Veterans’ Day run. At about 5:38 a.m., a man approached the group and detonated a suicide vest killing two soldiers and two contractors, injuring 16 Americans and 1 Polish national. How in the world did a terrorist get into Bagram? Later investigation revealed that the terrorist had worked for an American contractor and had been making a suicide vest for some time. What a terrible tragedy. At this point, however, I still had no idea whether Christopher and his soldiers might have been a part of the group celebrating Veterans’ Day 2016.

      I tried to compose myself that morning, still trying to figure out what I ought to be doing besides continuing to pray. Should I leave home to go to Sunday Church or must I stay home? Later, that morning, the phone rang. “Mom? I’m OK. We’re in Kuwait. I can’t talk now, but I’ll tell you more when I get back home.” He told me later what a strange, chaotic day it was as his unit tried to understand what had happened and what they ought to do. At the sound of the blast, those assigned to Bagram Airfield immediately donned their full battle gear not knowing what terrorist activity had caused the blast across the flight line. In the transient quarters, the remaining members of Task Force Red Warrior realized they had no battle gear – no means of personal protection. In the hubbub of trying to figure out what was going on, they discovered their only immediate defense – one soldier still had his firearm; their unit’s defense was, oddly enough, the chaplain’s assistant.

Beginning the Long Trip Home

     Now, I could breathe again, but immediately, my mind went to the other mothers and families who didn’t get the good news I received. My prayers went out to them; I had suffered right along with them, but their news was devastating. Gold Star families suffer each day with the loss of their brave service members.

Gold Star Award

We must keep them in our prayers.  

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Suzanne Rice

Oct 09 2023

Witness to the Fall of the Soviet Union, part 2: Capitalism – Russian-Style, 1992 – 1994

We learned that doing business in Russia requires a kryusha – a roof for protection, of which there were two kinds: the unofficial Russian mafia one, or the official government one that usually included the KGB. Our Russian partners handled relations with the kryusha, in this case the municipal government of St. Petersburg whose Deputy Mayor, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, oversaw international business relations. He was a serious, somewhat reserved, calculating yet pragmatic Russian patriot. He hosted and participated in many international conferences seeking to improve Russia’s relations with the West.

     Starting in 1992, we got into other entertainment projects. We were producers of a Hollywood film “Russian Holiday” in which Victoria starred with Barry Bostwick and E.G. Marshall.  We were asked by St. Petersburg municipality to help organize and promote its annual White Nights Festival occurring at the summer solstice. We organized rock groups and performers for the festival to include Blood, Sweat and Tears; Salt n Pepper; Jose Feliciano; Ricky Martin; and Falco. To promote the 1993 festival, we brought Deputy Mayor Putin and his wife to New York. We held a reception at the Russian Tea Room attended by Henry Kissinger and other notables and introduced Putin to leadership of the Council on Foreign Relations. Regretfully, I have to say that we hosted Vladimir Putin on his first visit to the United States.

Vladimir Putin, Henry Kissinger, Tom & Victoria at the Russian Tea Room, New York, June 1993

     On the business side, Russkoye Video, our partner in St. Petersburg, always had  cash-flow problems. On each visit we would see new faces in the hallways, former KGB types or local investors looking for a quick buck from their illicit earnings. Strange things then happened. One of the investors was killed in a late-night car crash in the city center; two weeks after his funeral, his partner suddenly died of an asthma attack. The KGB guy then organized a Russian Orthodox priest to sprinkle holy water throughout the headquarters building and purge it of evil spirits. You can’t make this stuff up. But the lesson here is that mafias — unofficial and official – were moving into the private sector and business disputes were not being resolved by lawsuits.

     To punctuate the message, ten years later, the founder of Russkoye Video ran afoul of his kryusha protectors and was imprisoned in the notorious Lefortovo prison where he languished and died. The founder of Video International later became Minister of Communications under President Putin and established the Russia Today international television network. In November 2015, he died from blunt force trauma in the Dupont Circle Hotel in Washington DC under mysterious circumstances, officially ruled an accidental death. Rumor has it that he was in DC to testify before a grand jury.

Last Gasp of the Communists – October 1993

     In October 1993, I witnessed the last gasp of the Communists as they nearly toppled Yeltsin’s Government of the Russian Federation. President Yeltsin was in the midst of a constitutional crisis with hard-liners in the Russia Parliament. On a warm, quiet Sunday afternoon of October 3, Russian Federation Vice President Rutskoy led a mob of Communist sympathizers to attack the White House housing the Russian Parliament and the Ostankino complex housing the national tv and radio channels. Fighting was fierce at Ostankino, and the mob came close to occupying it. If they had, the outcome for Yeltsin might have been a disaster. The mob did seize the White House.

     That night I walked with Nikita through the streets of Moscow and passed by the Ministry of Defense headquarters where all the lights were on. Later I learned that President Yeltsin was there striking a late-night deal with top Army generals allowing them to profit handsomely from the pending military withdrawal from Eastern Europe. Equipment and supplies were to be sold off as the troops pulled back to Russia, and the proceeds were not expected to reach the coffers in Moscow.  

     That deal brought military units into Moscow early October 4 to surround the White House.

Tom at the Russian White House, October 4, 1993

I went down there and perched myself along with thousands of Muscovites on top of an adjacent building to witness the battle.

Russian Army Tank at the Russian White House, October 4, 1993

   

Tanks were firing into the White House. Automatic gunfire was indiscriminately flying about.

Crowds of onlookers along the banks of the Moscow River were cheering as if they were at a boxing match. Finally, around 3 p.m. a white flag emerged from the White House, and the occupiers came out with hands up only to be severely beaten by awaiting soldiers. The rebellion was over.  

Time to Pull the Plug – 1994

     Major changes forced us to pull out in 1994. Russian mafias had moved into the advertising business, and we had no desire to compete against them. Then, Western media companies began to set up in Russia and no longer needed the middleman to deal with Russian broadcast entities. Russia Television did its own deal with the US distributor to broadcast “Santa Barbara”. The handwriting was on the wall, and we pulled out.

     After five years working in Russia, what did I learn? First, Russians for the most part are amoral – they have little concern for what is right and wrong. They may have heard of what’s right, but it does not influence their actions very much. That leads to the second point: Russian society is not based on right vs. wrong but on strong vs weak. Only the strong survive and anything goes to acquire and maintain strength. Third, the near absence of legal or moral boundaries leads to corruption throughout the government, business, and the military. And finally, why were we and NATO so afraid of Russia’s conventional military power? Yes, they have nuclear weapons, but otherwise to me, the country was “70 years of deferred maintenance”. Little worked well in the civilian economy outside of the Moscow subway system, and I can’t believe that the Russian military was much different. After seeing the Russia Army’s performance in the first year of its war in Ukraine, I still hold that opinion.

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Tom Wheelock

Oct 09 2023

Witness to the Fall of the Soviet Union, part 1 – 1973-1990

Wheelock – Witness to the Fall of the Soviet Union Part 1 1973 – 1990

    One of the signature events of our time was the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1990, an event to which I contributed by awakening 180 million Russians to the prospects of freedoms and a better lifestyle beyond the Iron Curtain in the West. We harnessed the power of mass media — broadcasting on Russian state television a variety of American tv programs, and as the old song goes, “How Ya Gonna Keep ’em Down on the Farm (After They’ve Seen Paree (Paris)?” But let’s go back to the beginning of the adventure.

OCTOBER WAR, 1973

     As a young Army captain in November 1973, I was deployed to the UN Truce Supervisory Organization (UNTSO) to help oversee a cease-fire between Israel, Egypt and Syria. After initially losing ground, Israel had counterattacked to capture large parts of the Golan Heights and had trapped the Egyptian Third Army in Suez City prompting the Soviet Union to begin mobilizing airborne divisions to intervene. When the United States responded by elevating its nuclear alert level, a compromise was reached to bring Soviet and American officers together to oversee the so-called cease fire.

     While Israel refused to accept Soviet officers (all either GRU or KGB), both Egypt and Syria accepted American officers to serve on their sides of the cease-fire lines, and this was the first crack in the door away from the Soviet Union and toward the West. I was one of four Americans deployed to Egypt, and for the first time, US officers were paired with Soviet military officers in a UN operation.

KGB Major with Tom in Cairo in November 1973

We patrolled between the two armies and got caught in the middle of tank and artillery battles. At night, we’d share my bourbon and their vodka, and have great philosophical discussions.

     The Russians – not owning automobiles at home – always wanted to drive our jeeps on patrol in the Sinai desert. Remembering from Vietnam the danger of mines, I gladly allowed them the privilege of being the lead vehicle and then closely followed in their tracks across the desert sand. One day we travelled to the site of the Battle of the Chinese Farm, the largest tank battle since Kursk in WW II, where Israeli Defense Forces counterattacked across the Suez Canal. The fighting had been so intense that destroyed Israeli and Egyptian tanks were closely intermingled with each other across the battlefield.

     When I left in early 1974, one of the Soviet officers (let’s call him Nikita) gave me his contact address in Moscow (his mother’s apartment) which I tucked away unused for 14 years because I didn’t want the FBI knocking on my door (as they did to one of my Army colleagues). But then in 1989, I had been out of the Army for 5 years, was in the private sector living in Los Angeles, no longer had any security clearances, and saw President Gorbachev pursuing glasnost (openness) policy in the Soviet Union. So, I sent a letter to his address in Moscow and a month later received a 12-page letter that basically said: ‘great to hear from you, things are changing, come see for yourself.’ So, in September, Victoria, then my fiancée and now my wife, and I flew to Moscow and the start of our Russia entrepreneurial venture.

ENTERING THE SOVIET UNION, 1988-90

     After resigning from the Army, Nikita had become a program host and director at GOSTELERADIO, the Soviet television and radio network. So, he had a lot in common with Victoria and her experience as a film and television actor in LA. He explained that as part of Glasnost, opportunities in media were emerging as state-owned production studios were being broken up and equipment sold off. Slava introduced us to Russkoye Video, one of these new entrepreneurial entities based in Leningrad, now St. Petersburg. And they were very interested in accessing Western programming for broadcast in the Soviet Union.

     We returned to Los Angeles and put together a company “Comspan” to pursue media business in the Soviet Union. My partner was Larry Namer, who had founded and sold to Warner Bro. what is now called E! Entertainment network. Larry had the media business expertise, and he put together a package of ‘public domain’ movies, for which copyrights had expired and hence there was no acquisition costs. The most famous of these movies was “It’s a Wonderful Life” starring Jimmy Stewart. We brought the tapes to Russkoye Video who did the technical and voice-over work, and then distributed them to LenTV, the main station in Leningrad.

Comspan Logo

     Our business model was to have in place US television programming that Western companies entering the Soviet Union knew and understood the demographics that their products would appeal to. So, how did we make money? Revenues had to come from advertising because GOSTELERADIO could not purchase programming but would permit 6 minutes/hour of commercials to be sold by Comspan. So, we sold advertising time, at first to Russian companies, then to the likes of Marlboro, Lucky Strike, Jim Beam, etc.as they entered the Soviet Union and began to market their products. Then we split the revenues according to a formula with the television network, Russkoye Video, owner of the programming, and Comspan.

     Over the next 2 years, Comspan acquired the rights to distribute high-quality US television programs like “Crime Story” and “Wall Street Journal Business Report”. And we established a business relation with a growing Russian media company in Moscow named Video International that had strong ties with the two national television channels as well as Moscow television.  In summer, 1991, we signed a deal to distribute “Santa Barbara”, the long-running American daytime drama, in the Soviet Union and hosted the creators/producers of “Santa Barbara” in St. Petersburg to celebrate.

Winter Palace and St. Isaac’s Cathedral, St. Petersburg

Little did we know that the Soviet Union was about to fall apart and give us both opportunity and problems.

FALL OF THE SOVIET UNION, 1991

      Sunday August 18, 1991, Victoria and I had spent a quiet summer day with Nikita in the Moscow countryside and were driving back to Moscow when we passed the country estate of President of the Soviet Union Gorbachev and saw armored vehicles at the entrance. Something was afoot, and upon arriving in Moscow, we learned that the old guard Communists had put Gorbachev under house arrest at his summer residence in Crimea. The Putsch of 1991 was underway.

     The next morning August 19, Victoria woke me up saying, “You hear that ‘squeak’, squeak’ sound. This place has mice.” I quickly said, “ F— no! That’s not mice, it’s tanks”. We hurried to the window and saw a long column of tanks and armored vehicles driving down Lenin Prospect as the Soviet Army was coming to seize important political and communications locations. We taxied to the White House where the Russian Federation was housed. We got there as Russian President Boris Yeltsin climbed on a tank and gave his famous speech that rallied thousands in Moscow and across Russia to resist the putsch.

Russian President Yeltsin Speaking from Atop a Russian Tank (Source: Times of Israel)

I had to keep reminding Victoria, who was taking photos, to only stand at the edge of the crowds so we could get away if a rumored attack by the KGB took place.

Supporters of Yeltsin at the Russian White House, Aug 19, 1991
 (Source: Victoria Barrett)

    That Monday evening in Moscow was depressing. We watched Soviet television as the putsch leaders justified their arrest of Gorbachev. But they made two mistakes. First, Soviet Vice President Yanayev was drunk and slurred his words on live television. Second, they rebroadcast Yeltsin’s speech on top of the tank in order to portray him as a traitor, but instead, thousands of Russians heard Yeltsin’s call to come out to the White House to protest against the putsch. The next day, we witnessed the huge crowd gathered at the White House to hear Yeltsin, and many protesters with flowers and peace signs peacefully talked with the soldiers in their tanks.

Russian Protesters on Soviet Tank at the Moscow White House; August 19, 1991 (Source: Victoria Barrett)=

That night, vehicular barricades manned by protestors blocked access, and the rumored KGB attack did not take place, maybe because the unit commander allegedly refused the order. On Wednesday August 21, the coup plotters yielded, and Soviet Army units started to withdraw. President Gorbachev was released that night and flew back to Moscow.

     Yeltsin was now the major power broker in Moscow, and Gorbachev rewarded him in many ways including giving the Russian Federation control over Channel Two that covered all of Russia. But Channel Two needed programming, so our Russian partners and we seized on the opportunity to broadcast “Santa Barbara” three nights/week in prime time across Russia. The show was an instant hit so that when the Director of Russian Television peremptorily took the show off the air because he didn’t like the Western content, viewers’ protests — including phone calls to his home — brought the program back on air three days later. The soap opera was seen on Russia television for many years, and even today, middle-aged Russian adults fondly recall watching “Santa Barbara” and recounting the impact that it had on their country.

American Soap Opera That Influenced Russian Viewers

     On December 26, 1991, Soviet President Gorbachev resigned after failing to hold the various republics of the Soviet Union together. The Soviet Union existed no more, and the Russia Federation became the principal center of military and economic power in Eurasia.

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Tom Wheelock

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