Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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IN THE FOG and covered with dirt and blood. Friend of theirs with a gaping chest wound. I’m a doctor, so they forced me to attend him. Attendant. — Oh. ( Oddly knowing) Those fellers. Doctor. — Did you know about them ? Attendant. — Yeah, I guess so. Doctor. — They’re desperate, I tell you, and they’re armed ! Attendant. — That was about 2 miles back, would you say ? Doctor. — Yes, just about that. Now if you’ll show me where your phone is and tell me the name of that town I just went through ( Pauses on questioning note ... no answer ) I say . . . ( Annoyed ) What town was that back there ? Attendant. — ( Oddly . . . quietly) That was Gettysburg, mister Doctor. — {Struck) Gettysburg! Music. — In very softly, poignantly, background, “ John Brown’s Body.” Attendant. — {Quiet and solemn) Gettysburg, and Gettysburg battlefield. {Pause . . . for effect) When it’s light and the fog is gone, you can see the gravestones. Meade’s men and Pickett’s men and Robert E. Lee’s. Doctor. — Then, those — those men . . . Attendant. — On nights like this, well, you’re not the first they’ve stopped in the fog, nor the last. Doctor. — {Softly . . . distantly) Gettysburg, and the dead that never die ! Attendant. — That’s right, I guess. {Pause . . . deep breath) Fill ’er up, mister? Doctor. — {Distantly) Yes, fill ’er up . . . fill ’er up. Music. — “ John Brown’s Body” up strong . . . cascade of distant trumpets fading away into “ Taps” and orchestra in then . . . full and out. 29