Still Valley At 20,000 Feet by Mike Burns (my reading book .TXT) š
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into the earth or somethinā! But make it good!
Paradine glances in the lieutenantās direction, back at book. Opens the book up.
SERGEANT PARADINE
Satan...Satan, I call upon ye, anā in so doinā, I revoke the name of...(pauses)
(CONTINUED)
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Sergeant Paradine pauses, looks around uneasily, first in the lieutenantās direction, then back at Doager.
PRIVATE DOAGER
Go on, Joe, read it!
Paradine looks in the lieutenantās direction again.
SERGEANT PARADINE
It calls upon us to revoke the name of God.
FOCUS ON THE LIEUTENANT, GRIM-FACED.
Private Doager lunges at Paradine, wrestling the book out of his hands. Book falls to ground. Doager goes down to his knees, scrabbling to grab it up. Paradine wrestles it away from him.
SERGEANT PARADINE
Leave it be, Doager!
Doagerās expression is anguished.
PRIVATE DOAGER
You said it yourself, Sergeant, itās the only thing we got left!
LIEUTENANT
Heās right, Paradine. God help us...it IS all we have left.
Paradine looks up at the lieutenant with a haunted look.
SERGEANT PARADINE
What do we call āem...DAMN YANKEES, donāt we, lieutenant? Thatās the phrase, isnāt it? DAMN YANKS! If I read aloud from this book, itāll be the Confederacy thatās damned!
PRIVATE DOAGER
Itās that book, or itās the end!
SERGEANT PARADINE
Then let it be the end! If it must come, let it come! If this cause is to be buried, let it be put...
Just as Sgt. Paradine is about to reach the decision to consign Teagueās book to the flames of the nearby campfire, he is forcibly distracted.
LOUD SOUND OF HORSE HOOVES FROM LEFT
A Confederate mail courier enters the camp. The courier, exhausted, filthy and minorly wounded (bullet graze on left side of face) rides up to the group where Sgt. Paradine stands with Doager and the lieutenant.
MAIL COURIER
Is this the 9th Virginia Cavalry?
LIEUTENANT
Yes, Corporal, it is. State your business, boy.
(CONTINUED)
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
SERGEANT PARADINE(eyes courier curiously)
Say, donāt I know you, son? Arenāt you Arch Pellingtonās boy--Tom? From my hometown?
The mail courier gets down from horse and guides the Sgt. over toward a large, downed tree trunk.
MAIL COURIER
Thatās right, Mr.--Sgt. Paradine. Iāve got bad news sir. Please sit down. (They both sit on the tree trunk). I...we... Iām sorry to tell you your wife...and...your... five children...have gone missinā...after the Union shelled Maceyville last weekend. The local militia group drove āem off, but one man saw the whole thing from Barrington Peak. He saw your family run to the house--and saw the house disappear under fire from mortars. He said they musta...the Yankees musta thought it was a arms depot or somethinā like that.
A long, unhappy pause ensues. Paradine almost falls from his seat, and is helped by Private Doagley (who has dashed over, seeing his sergeant in distress) and Tom Pellington, who help him stay upright .
MAIL COURIER
Iām not really a soldier, Sgt. My older brother Hank came home wounded. When I found out about your family, I didnāt know what to do. I took his uniform and rode up this way after some men from your unit told me you was here. They were cominā around lookinā for food, yā know. Iām sorry, Joe...Sgt. Paradine. I was one of your wifeās students at the school. I thought someone you knew should tell you, sir. Iām sorry.
FOCUS ON PARADINE. CHANGE OF LIGHTING, TO AN UNDERLIT LIGHT PERSPECTIVE--DARKER, MORE SINISTER.
OVERHEAD, A BRIGHT FLASH OF LIGHT, bright as any lightning, followed by a horrifyingly total darkness.
LIEUTENANT
What in Godās name--Paradine, is this your doinā? Thereās not a cloud in the sky. Is this magic--from that book?
Paradine doesnāt answer.
After a couple of seconds, THE BLACKNESS SUBSIDES, REPLACED BY THE āNORMAL DARKNESSā of a few moments before.
Paradineās expression has changed--his eyes have gone wide, and seem to smolder with hate. The corners of his mouth have turned downward into a grim, sad/angry expression.
After a period of blank, incoherent despondency, the Sgt. pulls himself together. His voice assumes a hard, cold edge. He addresses the courier once again, who still stands before him.
SGT. PARADINE
Thank you for informinā me of this, son. Youāve got a big choice to make here, son. You can skedaddle back home right now, if you want. If not, Iām going to insist you take the induction oath right now. Because this war aināt over. Not by a damn sight! I can bring victory. After today, I donāt count the cost. Period.
The sergeant has been holding Teagueās book this whole time. He looks at it again, seeing it in a totally new light. A grim smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////A SHELL suddenly EXPLODES nearby. SMOKE ENVELOPS THE CAMP SITE. When it clears, we see all rising from sitting or prone positions, dusting themselves off and checking themselves for injury.
CORPORAL PELLINGTON (coughing, waving his arms to dissipate smoke and dust) Sgt. Paradine...sir, are you all right?
Paradine has fallen off the tree trunk, and arises now. He touches his left shirt pocket, which shows a tear--directly above his heart. He reaches in the pocket, and pulls out a small book, much smaller than the black magic book in his other hand.
FOCUS on book with shrapnel-torn hole, in Paradineās hand.
CORPORAL PELLINGTON
Sir, are you all right?
SGT. PARADINE (speaking dazedly)
Yes...Tom. I think that was a dud shell from an earlier battle here, goinā off late. Thereās been no enemy activity in this whole valley...not today, and not since we come here two days ago.
Other troops are picking themselves up, gazing around with anxiety.
SGT. PARADINE
Yes, Iām all right, Tom (looks at the book in his hand, which Tom leans around to get a look at).
CORPORAL PELLINGTON
Itās a bible, sir. Looks like it just saved your life, sir.
Tom points to the shell fragment embedded in the book.
Paradine glances in the lieutenantās direction, back at book. Opens the book up.
SERGEANT PARADINE
Satan...Satan, I call upon ye, anā in so doinā, I revoke the name of...(pauses)
(CONTINUED)
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Sergeant Paradine pauses, looks around uneasily, first in the lieutenantās direction, then back at Doager.
PRIVATE DOAGER
Go on, Joe, read it!
Paradine looks in the lieutenantās direction again.
SERGEANT PARADINE
It calls upon us to revoke the name of God.
FOCUS ON THE LIEUTENANT, GRIM-FACED.
Private Doager lunges at Paradine, wrestling the book out of his hands. Book falls to ground. Doager goes down to his knees, scrabbling to grab it up. Paradine wrestles it away from him.
SERGEANT PARADINE
Leave it be, Doager!
Doagerās expression is anguished.
PRIVATE DOAGER
You said it yourself, Sergeant, itās the only thing we got left!
LIEUTENANT
Heās right, Paradine. God help us...it IS all we have left.
Paradine looks up at the lieutenant with a haunted look.
SERGEANT PARADINE
What do we call āem...DAMN YANKEES, donāt we, lieutenant? Thatās the phrase, isnāt it? DAMN YANKS! If I read aloud from this book, itāll be the Confederacy thatās damned!
PRIVATE DOAGER
Itās that book, or itās the end!
SERGEANT PARADINE
Then let it be the end! If it must come, let it come! If this cause is to be buried, let it be put...
Just as Sgt. Paradine is about to reach the decision to consign Teagueās book to the flames of the nearby campfire, he is forcibly distracted.
LOUD SOUND OF HORSE HOOVES FROM LEFT
A Confederate mail courier enters the camp. The courier, exhausted, filthy and minorly wounded (bullet graze on left side of face) rides up to the group where Sgt. Paradine stands with Doager and the lieutenant.
MAIL COURIER
Is this the 9th Virginia Cavalry?
LIEUTENANT
Yes, Corporal, it is. State your business, boy.
(CONTINUED)
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
SERGEANT PARADINE(eyes courier curiously)
Say, donāt I know you, son? Arenāt you Arch Pellingtonās boy--Tom? From my hometown?
The mail courier gets down from horse and guides the Sgt. over toward a large, downed tree trunk.
MAIL COURIER
Thatās right, Mr.--Sgt. Paradine. Iāve got bad news sir. Please sit down. (They both sit on the tree trunk). I...we... Iām sorry to tell you your wife...and...your... five children...have gone missinā...after the Union shelled Maceyville last weekend. The local militia group drove āem off, but one man saw the whole thing from Barrington Peak. He saw your family run to the house--and saw the house disappear under fire from mortars. He said they musta...the Yankees musta thought it was a arms depot or somethinā like that.
A long, unhappy pause ensues. Paradine almost falls from his seat, and is helped by Private Doagley (who has dashed over, seeing his sergeant in distress) and Tom Pellington, who help him stay upright .
MAIL COURIER
Iām not really a soldier, Sgt. My older brother Hank came home wounded. When I found out about your family, I didnāt know what to do. I took his uniform and rode up this way after some men from your unit told me you was here. They were cominā around lookinā for food, yā know. Iām sorry, Joe...Sgt. Paradine. I was one of your wifeās students at the school. I thought someone you knew should tell you, sir. Iām sorry.
FOCUS ON PARADINE. CHANGE OF LIGHTING, TO AN UNDERLIT LIGHT PERSPECTIVE--DARKER, MORE SINISTER.
OVERHEAD, A BRIGHT FLASH OF LIGHT, bright as any lightning, followed by a horrifyingly total darkness.
LIEUTENANT
What in Godās name--Paradine, is this your doinā? Thereās not a cloud in the sky. Is this magic--from that book?
Paradine doesnāt answer.
After a couple of seconds, THE BLACKNESS SUBSIDES, REPLACED BY THE āNORMAL DARKNESSā of a few moments before.
Paradineās expression has changed--his eyes have gone wide, and seem to smolder with hate. The corners of his mouth have turned downward into a grim, sad/angry expression.
After a period of blank, incoherent despondency, the Sgt. pulls himself together. His voice assumes a hard, cold edge. He addresses the courier once again, who still stands before him.
SGT. PARADINE
Thank you for informinā me of this, son. Youāve got a big choice to make here, son. You can skedaddle back home right now, if you want. If not, Iām going to insist you take the induction oath right now. Because this war aināt over. Not by a damn sight! I can bring victory. After today, I donāt count the cost. Period.
The sergeant has been holding Teagueās book this whole time. He looks at it again, seeing it in a totally new light. A grim smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////A SHELL suddenly EXPLODES nearby. SMOKE ENVELOPS THE CAMP SITE. When it clears, we see all rising from sitting or prone positions, dusting themselves off and checking themselves for injury.
CORPORAL PELLINGTON (coughing, waving his arms to dissipate smoke and dust) Sgt. Paradine...sir, are you all right?
Paradine has fallen off the tree trunk, and arises now. He touches his left shirt pocket, which shows a tear--directly above his heart. He reaches in the pocket, and pulls out a small book, much smaller than the black magic book in his other hand.
FOCUS on book with shrapnel-torn hole, in Paradineās hand.
CORPORAL PELLINGTON
Sir, are you all right?
SGT. PARADINE (speaking dazedly)
Yes...Tom. I think that was a dud shell from an earlier battle here, goinā off late. Thereās been no enemy activity in this whole valley...not today, and not since we come here two days ago.
Other troops are picking themselves up, gazing around with anxiety.
SGT. PARADINE
Yes, Iām all right, Tom (looks at the book in his hand, which Tom leans around to get a look at).
CORPORAL PELLINGTON
Itās a bible, sir. Looks like it just saved your life, sir.
Tom points to the shell fragment embedded in the book.
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