058- Conquerors Isle -David Ellis

Fed up with the everyday grind. Tired up by the dull routine? Wanna get away from it all? We offer you... Escape! Escape! Transcribe to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure!

You are flying over the lonely wastes of the Pacific, lost, torn by the fury of a typhoon, your gas running out. And the head of you is an adventure so strange, so terrifying that your mind cannot accept it.

Today we escape from reality with the tale of a navy flier who vanished from the face of the Earth into a new world of the future. As Nelson Bond told it, in his story, conquerors isle.

You've got to believe this. It sounds utterly impossible, I know. It sounds crazy. That's why I'm here, sir. But it's the truth and you've got to believe it. You've got to, sir. That's the way he started, almost as soon as I'd walked into his hospital room.

He wasn't violent, you understand. There was no need for restraint. But his every action, every gesture, was evidence of a psychotic condition. To be extremely charitable, battle fatigue. Well, anyway, it was an odd case.

I was already acquainted, of course, with the history. Young man, graduate of Annapolis, lieutenant in the Fleet Air Arm, excellent record, citations for bravery and so forth. Toward the end of the war he and his bomber crew disappeared over the South China Sea.

Search failed to turn them up. They were of course presumed to be lost. Then a month ago, almost four years later, lieutenant Brady was farmed by a Brazilian freighter, drifting helplessly and nearly dead in a tiny life raft from the airplane.