Conqueror’s Isle by Escape

You've got to believe this! It sounds utterly impossible, I know.

It sounds, 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.

You've got to!

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, of Annapolis, lieutenant in the Fleet Air Arm, excellent record, citations for bravery and so forth.

And 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.

And then a month ago, almost four years later, Lieutenant Brady was found by a Brazilian freighter drifting helplessly and nearly dead in a tiny life raft from the airplane.

Curiously enough, his position was not far from that last reported by his radio operator four years ago.

But when he was asked where he'd been, he gave a story so fantastic, so utterly unbelievable-

It's the truth.

You've got to believe it.

You've got to, sir!

At ease, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, sir.