(SA) Brink of Eternity

Adventure! Tonight, Ron Evans brings us a nail-biting story entitled, The Brink of Eternity. I thought we were going to have a quiet night for a change. Oh, so did I.

I loved others late. Perhaps they're running out of bombs. Or better still, planes. It must have been soon, judging by the numbers our boys are shooting that. Oh, you can't believe all they say. Matrix says they have a habit of multiplying everything by five.

They have to. It's called morale-boosting. Oh, well, I know. They can't keep on bombing us forever. Oh, I don't feel like going out to that cold shelter. Let's stay here for a change. There's nothing that says we have to go to the Air Raid Shelter.

I'll stay here with you, Sue. What about you, Heather? Why not? Let's carry on playing cards as though nothing is happening outside. Your deal, Ellen. It sounds like they're going for the docks tonight. Sometimes I'll just be glad to pick up and spitfires and do our bit.

Oh, not likely. My feet stay strictly on Terra Therma. I've heard those poor pilots have a life expectancy of less than a month. That's what I've heard. And those boys on bomb disposal, they only have...

Oh, Helen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I forgot about Paul. Oh, it's all right. I'm only too horribly aware of that statistic. Seven weeks. It isn't long, is it? Let's change the subject. Helen, I think you've missed out the cards. I've got 15 here.

Hello, Pony, come on. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Harris, I just had a report when an unexploded bummed a nurse's home.