144- The Island -Harry Bartell

You, finding life, Robert Dole, dreaming again of exotic places, wishing you were somewhere else. We offer you escape. Escape with us now to the Western Pacific and the story of a man trapped by the terror of another man's insane dream.

As Millard Kaufman tells it in his exciting story, the island. The problem was what could I do with Robert Lacy? You happen to have a dream bug handy with all the charts and categories precisely arranged in alphabetical order?

Energy will find a dream for loneliness, about girls and soft summery dresses. You'll find a dream for hunger, a two pound steak perhaps smothered all over with lamb chops. Here are dreams for the traveler of a hometown far away and long ago.

But find me a dream of a place you've never seen, a place that doesn't exist. Awaker asleep that was Lacy's dream. Corporal Robert Lacy's second battalion fourth Marines. A harmless enough dream I guess, and not to be taken seriously.

So it seemed until that night when Lacy's dream became my problem. May it was 1945. In a little wood on Okinawa. Okay, the boy, I guess we're safe. Where are we anyhow?

Oh, couple of three miles behind the jet lines. So how safe is that? You worried too much, pal. Even for a guy on his first patrol. I've been thinking of it as my last day.

Relax like me, you live forever. What's that? Yeah, it's nothing. It's just a screamin' memey. Got some kind of a tail adjustment that cuts the wind and sorta screams. Nips use it to scare us.

Well, he sure succeeded. You scare easy, don't you, pal? Yeah, sure. I'm a pushover for that Shrekly kite stuff. Shrekly kite? What kind of jives that? It means terror. Frightfuls. The Germans got a whole arsenal of terror weapons.