When I heard what the Japs did to Crump, I knew I could never surrender. I knew what would happen if I got caught. There were a couple of things I wanted to live for. But deciding to keep on living didn't solve the problem of how I was going to live. So far I've been lucky with the natives I've met. But the reward on me had been raised to 1,000 yen and the Shamars were starving. I never knew when one of them might decide to feed his family by turning me into the Japs. And then Joe told me about the one man he said I could trust. A man named Antonio Acero. I went north to Antonio's ranch. Early one morning he and I sailed a cliff that rose sheer from the sea. And there on a ledge high above Ogano he showed me a cave which would be my new home. You see Mr. Creed? Bunch of men along the coast. There's Agana, Adela Pointe, Tumay, Sabra Town, Roque Peninsula. That's a great deal in more ways than one. What do you mean? Well isn't that boat from Japs ships over there? Ah, it must be. Well I really have the inside dope on what they're up to. I ever get a chance to use it. Yes, yes you will. You will see everything. Yeah, but how high are we in for this? Well if you fall, you'll fall 300 feet. I wouldn't have fallen if I were to do it. No, I'll remember that. Well I guess I'll start getting settled. And I will go home to my wife, which she gets worried there's something wrong. I will see you one week from today Mr. Creed. Hello Antonio. Hello. Well, you're back early. It's only been two days. Yes, yes I thought I must see how you are. Oh I'm all right. Let me go left. Oh yes, I see that you are. I also brought news. Good news? No. Your friend Tyson, where is he? They got him? Your friend Tyson and Mr. Johnson. How did this happen? They're about 50, sir. They came to the hut where your friends were living. Your friends had no guns. They came out of the hut with their hands up. They shot them through the head. Poor old Tyson. By the lousy guys. Now Mr. Creed, you are all that is left of America now on the island of Guam. Yes, yes I'm the last. The Last Supper For a long time I was sick at heart. I was afraid of everything. I slept with my gun by my hand. I still woke up often straining to hear what I thought was someone climbing my cliff. Stowed away in my gear was an alarm clock. I took it apart, fixed it so the alarm would ring at any time. When I slipped off from a private tree and made a cord 300 feet long. I strung the cord from the button of the alarm clock to a tree at the base of the cliff. It was a tree that had to be grabbed by anyone staring at the cliff. That was what I wanted. I had an alarm system now. Now one can stare at the cliff without warning me. There goes. I wonder who's with the gun. Who is it? Dr. Earl? It's me, Antonio. Antonio? Did I surprise you, Mr. Green? No one can surprise me now. I thought I heard something. Was it the bells? Yeah, let me show you. You see this clock? Ah, I see. When you pull on that little tree the bell rings. You make things like Robinson Crusoe. Well I'm kind of proud of this one myself. What brings you up on Sunday, Antonio? Is there something wrong? There is another notice put up everywhere by the Japs about you. What does it say? Anybody suspected of helping you gets shot. That's not exactly news. You knew that when you put me in. They notice they killed the man who helped you and his family. His wife and children. His wife and children. And more. The Jap will also kill 100 tomorrows from a district in which you are found. Mr. Green, my wife, she worries. She says I'm mother. Tell you what, Antonio. Well, I said, I guess. I kind of hate to... Will you help me pack my stuff? Don't be angry. Do you think I'm sorry to you? No. It's just that I'm not going to let you take any more risks from me. But where will you go? I don't know. I can't see you, Mr. Green. It's better for me to be killed than you and your whole family. Mr. Green, no. No matter what my wife says, you cannot go. I cannot let you go. But, Antonio. You are being misguided. My wife and my children. He's many of us. You must not die. But as long as you are here, we know the unmerited and will come back. That is our only hope. Well, that did it. In a way, from then on, I was no longer a hunted animal. I trusted someone. I had a friend. The Japs were still scouring the island for me, but I watched and waited for the American Navy. It was the thing I lived for. All I saw were Jap ships steaming into the harbor. Jap guns being set up along the cliffs. I saw and remembered. A year passed and another year. And then on June 11, 1944, from the minute I heard them, I knew they were American planes. It was the proudest day of my life. The planes came over and bombed again and again. And then on the fifth day of the battle, standing on the out of the ground, I saw the American Navy. The planes had given me my first wild hope that the good old Navy would get me out. And each day from then on, American destroyers passed by Lookout, circling the island. I made two flags from a roll of gold bandage. And each day stood from dawn to dark in the highest point of land, waving my flags until my arms ached. Shouting myself voiceless, tearing from tears as the ships disappeared. A week went by. Another week. Nearly a month, and no one on the ship had spotted me. It was July 10th when I remembered something I had learned to do in case of shipwreck. I ran to my coat and took out a small hand mirror. And as I stood in the late afternoon sun, flashing the light from the mirror across the bridge of the destroyer, I said over and over again, God make them see me this time. They have to. They should see me. Here I am. Here I am. I'm on my way. Gentlemen. Yes, sir. There are flashes of light from that cliff. Someone's trying to signal us. Can you make out what they're saying? Yes, sir. Japs have battery of guns. Adulter points. Also, gun emplacements. To me, at a rate of eight points. Mrs. Cookson, how? Is there more? Have more information. Can you take me aboard? Who is he, I wonder? It might be a fixer. Yes, you're right. Well, we're chances. More or both. They took me aboard. I couldn't even wait long enough to tell Antonio. That worried me. On board ship, I got new clothes, the shave, haircut, and a mount and a back bay. And then before the Marines had landed on Guam, I was shipped back to the United States. The Navy had plans for me. I made speeches at the Legion of Merit Medal. This was very exciting. But all the time, I was worried about Antonio and my other friends in Guam. And then the Navy sent me back on a tour of beauty. Hey, Antonio! Antonio Othello! You calling me, mister? What's the matter, Antonio? Don't you know me with a haircut? It's sweet! It's sweet! Oh, it's good to see you. Well, thanks. I talked the Navy into sending me back. It's swell. I know you're okay. Yes, we are good, but it was close. You know, Antonio, I want to tell you something. Tell me, mister Tweed? I was stationed on Guam a good long time before the war. But it wasn't until I was hiding out for two and a half years that I really knew the island. Yes, you've done so much of it. You've crawled all over the island on your hands and me. No, no, I mean that I really knew your people. But your mom. I learned a lot from you, Antonio. Then? Watch, mister Tweed. That your people are as loyal and brave as any people that live under the American flag. They made me a hero back home, Antonio. But I know the people of Guam are the real heroes. Not me. Music Our thanks to you, Chester Morris, and to all members of tonight's DuPont Cavalcade cast. Applause Fighter planes fly 400 miles per hour, and the shooting star, the new jet plane now going into quantity production, reported mid-top 700 miles per hour. When the pilot of a plane traveling that fast pulls out of the dive, or makes even a moderately sharp turn, it's like reaching the bottom of a dip on a roller coaster. He's jammed down at his feet. The blood in his body is forced down into his legs, so that they swell from almost twice their size. The faint blacks out only for a couple of seconds, but in those seconds he can crash, or an enemy flyer can shoot him down. So Army fighter pilots now wear an anti-blackout suit under their other flying clothes. It looks like a football suit with lacings and leg pads. When the plane pulls out of the dive or makes a sharp turn, parts of the suit are automatically pumped full of air, hugging the pilot tightly around the lower part of his body, and clapping down on his legs to keep the blood where it belongs. Wearing the suit, he doesn't black out. Naval aviators wear regular summer all-nylon coveralls, which incorporate anti-blackout features. The Army and Navy have been working on blackout suits for years. About a year ago, during an airstrike in Palau, a whole squadron wore them as an experiment. But they were so hot and uncomfortable that the pilots couldn't black them. They had to be redesigned for lightness. The suits in use today are unbelievably light. One weighs three pounds. Another weighs only 12 ounces. The answer is DuPont nylon, which combines great strength and toughness with extreme lightness and weight. The DuPont chemists who provided the world with a new material in nylon weren't looking for nylon. They were searching for knowledge, and in this case, knowledge about giant molecules and the way small molecules could be looked together to make them. Out of their skillful research, out of their months of patient investigation, out of their pooled knowledge, and the fact that the DuPont company was willing to venture millions of dollars and wait years if necessary for any return, gained nylon. Because of nylon, these lightweight blackout suits are possible. Parachutes and glider tow ropes and dozens of other things the Army and Navy would find a bit of to replace. Here is a forceful illustration of the value of pure research. Research seeking knowledge for its own sake. Research out of which ultimately found many of the DuPont company's better things for better living through chemistry. Music Next week, the DuPont cavalcade will bring you one of Hollywood's loveliest stars and one who deserves the high place she holds in your affection, Miss Irene Dunn. Irene Dunn will appear in a new radio play about the adventurous young American woman physician, Dr. Catherine Neal Dale, who bravely unknown to fight for 40 years, superstition and disease in a foreign country. Listen again next Monday night to Irene Dunn in Dr. Nora in Mexico on the DuPont cavalcade of America. Chester Morris, star of tonight's DuPont cavalcade, may currently be seen in the New Columbia picture, Rough, Tough and Ready. Music for the night was composed and conducted by Robert Ambruster. Our cavalcade play was written by Martin Wischenbrand, was based on the book Robinson Crusoe, USN, by George Creed and Blake Clark. This is Jane Whitman inviting you to listen again next week to Dr. Nora in Mexico, starring Irene Dunn on the cavalcade of America, brought to you by the DuPont company of Wilmington, Delaware. Applause This is the National Broadcasting Company.
