088- Command -Elliott Reed

Tired of the everyday routine? Ever dream of a life of romantic adventure? Want to get away from it all? We offer you... escape! Escape! Designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure!

Tonight we escape to the prairie west of the Platte River, Until the fighting US cavalry of the old west, as James Warner Bellard describes it in his exciting tale, Command. Come on, Brittles. Yes, Sergeant?

There comes Lieutenant Call, back with a patrol. Yes, I see him. Hold the column. Yes, sir. Hello! And me, my field glasses, Sergeant. You want some? Thank you. Captain Brittles! Well, Mr. Coheum. Here's the best body of grass, sir.

This slope with a small run below for water. This is the best bibwack for tonight. Mr. Coel. You see the rise there under the left behind you, across the valley? Yes, sir. What are those shapes lying on that slope?

A small herd of buffalo. Sleeping, it seems. We didn't go that far. We turned back when we saw them. The wind has shifted a bit. Take a deep breath, Mr. Coel. Yes, sir. Smell anything?

No, sir. Take another deep breath, Mr. Coel. Get it into your nostrils. Tell me if that thing you smell is sleeping buffalo. No sir. Smells like dead men. They're not freshly killed. Lieutenant Kresham and his squad sir.

I imagine so. And then we've come to find. We'll make sure after midnight. Mr. Goyle, there are several fairly obvious differences between the great plains and a classroom at West Point. There you can fail and try again.

Here you may not have that chance. There they taught you I'm sure that accuracy and observation is a military virtue. I suggest that you cultivate it here. Yes sir. Sergeant, on the back. Yes sir.