 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 admit. But the reward on me had been raised to 1,000 yen and the Chamours was starting. I never knew when one of them might decide to feed his family by taking me into the Japs. And then Joe told me about the one man he said I could trust. A man named Antonio Atero. I went north to Antonio's land. Early one morning, he and I sailed a cliff that rose sheer from the sea, and there on a ledge high above a gondola, he showed me a cave which would be my new home. Do you see him, Mr. Treed? He runs him out along the coast. There's a gondola, having a point. So nice. That's a great deal. He'll learn in more ways than once. What do you mean? Isn't that salt from Japs chips over there? Ah, it must be. Well, I really have the inside open, but they're up to it. If I ever get a chance to use it. Yes, yes, you will. You will see everything. But how high are we on this? Well, if you fall, you'll fall 300 feet. I wouldn't have fallen if I were you. No, I'll remember that. Well, I guess I'll start getting settled. And I will go home to my wife, and she gets worried to do something right. I will see you one week from today, Mr. Treed. Yes, I'll see you one week from today, Mr. Treed. 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. This is a lesson. Yes, I see that you are. I also thought it was new. Good news? No. Your friend, Tyson. They got him. And your friend, Tyson, and Mr. Johnson. They came to the hut where your friends were living. The friends had no guns. They came out to the hut with their hands up. They just shot them through the hut. Oh, Treed. What a lousy time. Mr. Treed, you are all that is left of the merits on the island of Guam. Yes. Yes, I'm the last. 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. Stove it away in my gear was an alarm clock. I took it apart, fixed it, so the alarm would ring at any time. When I stepped off from a private tree and made a cord 300 feet long, I strung a cord from the button of the alarm clock to a tree at the base of the cliff. There 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 could steal a cliff without warning me. That goes, I wonder who put the gun. Who is it? It's me, Antonio. Oh, Antonio. Did I surprise you, Mr. Treed? No one can surprise me now. I thought I had something. Is it the bell? Let me show you. You see this clock? See, when you pull on that little tree, the bell rings. You'll make things like a robin's and crook's. 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 Jeff about you. What does it say? Anybody suspected of helping you just shot. That's not exactly news. You knew that when you put me in. They noticed that they killed a man who helped you and his family, his wives and children, his wife and children. The Jeff will also kill one hundred tomorrow from a district in which you are found. Districts. My wife, she worried. She said, I'm not... Did you find it, Antonio? Well, I said, I guess. I kind of hate you. Well, will you help me pack my stuff? No, I'm not. 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'll continue, Mr. Police. Well, it's better for me to be killed than you and your whole family. Mr. Police, no. No matter what my wife says, you cannot do it. I cannot let you go. It's my wife and my children. He needs many other sides. You must not die. For as long as you are here, we know the Americans will come back. That is our only hope. Well, I 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. But all I saw were Japs ship 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 11th, 1944, for the minute I heard that I knew they were American planes, it was the proudest day of my life. They came over and bombed again and again. And on the 15th of the battle, standing off the island of the ground, I saw the American Navy. The planes had given me my first wild hope, but the good old Navy would get me out. And each day from then on, American destroyers passed my lookout, tickling 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 wistless, another week, nearly a month, and no one on the ship was part of this. It was July 10th when I remembered something I had learned to do in case of shipwreck attacks. I ran to my coat and took out a small hand there. And as I sat in the late afternoon sun, flashing the lights 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. The flashes of light from that cliff can you make out what they're saying? Yes, yes. Batterials done. Agile point. Also, gun and place link to me at a rate eight point. This is good to know. Is there more? And more information. Can you take me aboard? Who is we? I wonder. It might be a success. Well, we'll chance it. They took me aboard. I couldn't even wait long enough to tell Antonio that that worried me. On board ship, I got new clothes, the shave, haircut, and the mountain impact thing. 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 Attila! You calling me, Mr. What's the matter, Antonio? Don't you know me with a haircut? Street, street! It's Mr. Street! It's good to see you. I talked the Navy into sending me back. It's swell. I know you're okay. Yes, we are good, but it was closed. You know, Antonio, I want to tell you something. 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're so much, so much of it. You're crawling on over the island on your hands and knees. No, no, I mean that I really knew your people. But you're morons. I learned a lot from you, Antonio. Then? But your people are as loyal and brave as any people that live under the American flag. You made me a hero back home, Antonio. But I know the people of Guam are the real heroes. Not me. Now, thanks to you, Chester Morris and to all members of tonight's DuPont Cavalcade cast. Fighter planes fly 400 miles per hour and the shooting star, the new jet plane now going into quantity production, reported it topped 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 paint blacks out only for a couple of seconds, but in those seconds he can crash or an enemy fighter 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 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, one of them is an experiment, but they were so hot and uncomfortable that the pilots didn't like them. They had to be redesigned for lightness. The suits they used today are unbelievable 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. DuPont Chemists who provided a 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 can be hooked together to make them. Out of their spiritual research, out of their months of patient investigation, out of their proved knowledge and the fact that the DuPont Company was willing to venture millions of dollars and weight years if necessary for any return, gained nylon. Because of nylon, these light weight blackout suits are possible and dozens of other things the Army and Navy would find it difficult to replace. Here is a forceful illustration of the value of pure research. Research seeking knowledge for its own safety. Research out of which are many of the DuPont Company's better things for better living through chemistry. Next week the DuPont Cavalcade will bring you one of Hollywood's loveliest stars 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 braved the unknown to fight for 40 years superstition and disease in the foreign countries. Listen again next Monday night to Irene Dunn in Doctora in Mexico on the DuPont Cavalcade of America. Testimores stars tonight's DuPont Cavalcade may colorably be seen in the new Columbia picture rough, tough and ready. Music for tonight was composed and conducted by Robert Ambruster. Our Cavalcade play was written by Martha Wyschenbrand. It was based on the book Robinson Crusoe, U.S.N. by George Creed and Blake Clark. This is game written inviting you to listen again next week to Doctora in Mexico starring Irene Dunn on the Cavalcade of America brought to you by the DuPont Company of Wellington, Delaware. 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