The powers-that-were had split off the logistics trains from the combat trains as we advanced into Iraq in 1991. Travelling a corridor between the 6th French Foreign Legion on our left and our own artillery (towed and MLRS) on our right, we crawled at "convoy speed" (20-30 MPH) for dull drab hours.
Several in the convoy had stereo gear of various types-- mine a portable cassette player, for which I had at most four tapes-- some of them the larger boom box variety.
Military radio traffic was minimal. Once in a while someone would report on something or other, or do a radio chack, and the convoy commander (a field-grade office whose name escapes me) was good about calling "comfort" halts from time to time.
At one point someone called out something, probably a radio check, and there was msic in the background. The following approximates what happened next:
Convoy Commander: Last calling station, what is that you're listening to?
Last Calling Station: Uh, Sir, that's AC/DC, "Highway to Hell".
CC: Well, rewind it and put it on the net!"
LCC: Yes Sir!
And so it was, we drove a few minutes on what had seemed like a "highway to hell", cheered somewhat by the song of that name.
(Yes, AC/DC is British, but I think it supports your point. And no, I'm not a big fan of HM music-- Wagner and Rachmaninov are more my speed-- but thanks for revivng the memory.)
CC