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Quiet Please - A Red and White Guideon

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Duration:: 32m
Broadcast on:: 28 Jun 2024
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Just head over to SolgoodMedia.com and sign up to start your free trial today. No ads, no interruptions just pure, immersive audio content. Don't miss out. Transform your listening experience with Solgood Media. Visit SolgoodMedia.com and start your free trial now. We can't wait for you to join our audio community. Happy listening. Quiet, please. [music] The mutual broadcasting system presents Quiet, please, which is written and directed by Willis Cooper, and which features Ernest Chappell. Quiet, please, for tonight is called A Red and White Guidon. [music] Hey troops. Got a guy down now. It's nice, it's red and white. It's got all the old silver rings on a lance pole. It names the places, engraved on them, cold harbor, spots of any, all in places. And some new ones, some are, lady. Yeah, it looks fine, but it ain't the right one. It ain't the old silk when the battle guy down. That's the one I lost for him. And I'm paying for it. Oh, it ain't that. You know the scene in the army, whatever you lose, you're going to find it on the payroll. It ain't that. I'm paying for a difference. I walk into Fiddler's Green once, twice a year, and first thing some fellow hollows at me. You get out of here and go, "Well, man, you're the fellow lost A-troops guy down." And that free whiskey there on the bar looks awful good to me, but... I wipe my mouth and leave. Turn around and go out again. Change out of my old blue uniform with the white yellow stripes on my britches' legs and my upside down starch and stripes. And I put on GI cotton and pick up my rifle and my bayonet. Go back to A-troops. Rifle and bayonet. Imagine a cavalryman with a bayonet. Well, if you can imagine a cavalryman without no horse, I guess you can imagine a bayonet, too. Yeah, they won't leave me in the Fiddler's Green. But once in a while somebody will stop me as I'm leaving, maybe it'll be shameless daily that was guided on before me. And you'll say kind of home, say, "Hey, no, you'll say the fans still playing Gary Owen in the old outfit." And I'll say, "You bet your life's shameless. When they don't play Gary Owen no more, there won't be no sudden cavalry." Seamus, he kind of grins, and he splits me a half pint of that monongue, he'll arrive. That kind of way, and maybe there's a little nip in the bottle for some of the other boys. In the same six-time end. And I walk along the way to the other fellas. Most generally, we meet the old man. He'll be walking along slow in his spur of changing. Then big Mexican spur of the old war. And we'll snap it up with all the big, sell-os, and you'll grin at us, and howdy boys! We'll say, "Howdy, sir?" And you'll walk on slow down towards Fiddler's Green. And we'll feel worse than ever. Because of the old man, he can't get into Fiddler's Green either. I don't know, maybe I ought to tell you about these guys on, huh? You know what a guy don't eat. It's a kind of little swallowtail flag. Nowadays, every officer in the army has one, company flag, you know. All colors, even the MPs, they got one that's yellow and green. But there was a day when nobody but cavalry had a guide on. Red and white, top half red, the legend's number in white. Lower half white with a troop letter in red, like seven A. A troop, seven cavalry. Only when I first enlisted, they still caught some companies, just like in the doughboys. Yeah, it's quite a while to go. The troop, a company of cavalry, was quite a sight in them days. Old red and white guide on, crackling away in the wind. Sixty-three men in blue suits with their sabers, rationing their sunlight. And we have mounted bands. Yes, sir, drum major on the front with his saber, beating time. Twenty-eight men on horseback, blowin' horns. And a big old white drum horn was killed from as big as a kegabinger. Quite a sight. Nowadays, well, it's still cavalrying that we do have our own feet, but I still kinda miss an important troop. I met this shamelessly when I first joined up with the old outfit. I'd been in the war, and when they mustered us out in '65, I pulled around home for a while and then I got kinda restless, so I just stopped and left. Went out west and took on another blanket like this saying was. They pulled me into the seventh cavalry. A troop, a company, I mean. And that was where I first got to know this shameless daily. He was guide-dawn of a company. Oh, yeah, the guide-dawn, the fellow that carried the boat called guide-dawn. I remember the night I was sippin' on a barracks porch. Don't go on a plane, forgot what coast that was. Yeah, I'd been so many. The rustle, maybe your landing at summer. Yeah, I was sippin' there, smokin' this QMC guard in the dark, but I hear this whistlin'. Gary-O. We also think time that can't be nobody but Sergeant Shameless daily. Since Sergeant Shameless daily has been at a bottle somewhere, I'm a kinda he-dawn whistle, Gary-O, unless he has. So he sucks up under the porch, and I'd say in the dark. Could he do Sergeant Daly? And who would that be? Me, no walmart. The trumpeter. Well, give you a fine night for it, tell me to wear me. Fine night for what, Sergeant? Well, for whatever you'd be wanted to do. Oh. For having to talk to the freighter, if you had the information like that. Well, now, if anybody's talkin' me a little tough or some fine monanga, he'll arise. I don't prefer wearmin'. You know that an uncommissioned officer is forbid by regulations to drink with a private soldier. Well, I'm a trumpeter, Sergeant. Oh, oh. Where now? I've been through the cavalry field regulations, and the army regulations tell me free to hurt. And I do not remember ever seein' anything about not drinkin' with trumpeter. And besides, that was the Sergeant one. Ha! Oh, what? Heh heh heh heh heh heh. Boy, you're in. Trumpeter? Go right back for freedom under the neck of this bottle, will ya? Sergeant? That's an order. Heh heh. It does grasp you by the goof now, don't it? Er, did you leave any for me? Sure. Uh, sure. Then, here is confusion 'til all the enemies of the Irish. Ah. Would you care to join me in an old ballot, maybe? Not at this time of night, Sergeant. And that's when the guardhouse is awful hard. Heh, many of the time I slept on him. At Jefferson barracks now, they got books. This is a very clean guardhouse. I like my own book. Too well then. Seein' you won't sing. Sure, we have words. Sure. So now. You were in the war, was he nice? Company B, second-licic and cavalry. Was he now? I was in the fire, as it was, from New York. That was quite an outfit I hear. No, that was alright. But the Yona Farms was kind of silly like red pads. Were you two to know that you were on the bottle trumpeter? Thanks. To, er, your help, Sergeant. Well, for that, I thank you. And I drink to the Irish. And there's plenty of 'em in the seventh cavalry. What would they do for sagents without the Irish? Yeah. What would all the armies in the world do without the Irish? I guess that's right. Oh, we're lost men we are. With no flag, no, no country to fight for. So we do our best for somebody else's flag and somebody else's country. I suppose. You're a lucky man, young woman. You've got a country and a flag of your own to fight for. They've been doing much fighting so far since the war. And that'll come. Millions of engines, Larry, but they don't like the so-called white people. And that they'll come when they'll rise up and they'll mite. And the air'll be so thick with arrows. You had to get up and chin yourself on 'em. Yeah. Many of that'll do just that. And end up with his hair decorated to Morgan Lallerbach's War belt. So have a drink. Got you. That's an order. Well. It's powerful. Like one's myth. No, me buckle, me larapin' great big ugly buckle. I am a man without a flag. Livein' me life out in the field of battle. Fightin' for a country that's not beyond and perishin' for the thoughts of the green shores of the old sod. Hosin' old sod. You call me an old sod? I didn't say words, Sergeant. That's what I said. No, sir, son. No, sir. Uh, whiskey makes me mellow. The Irish are fought for many a king against many a king. One of the ancestors perished at France at night. Fightin' for the king of France with the Warogies. And there's been an Irishman in every war since the Trojan War. But that has been one of the nicest sides. How could you have an army without an Irishman? As you get. I am in the Cup's competition. There is awful power for whiskey, Sergeant. When Irishman there is no such thing as powerful whiskey, Tom, there is only weak men. That's so. Now I said I had no flag of me on, son. I'm a harmless man. I fly away from the land of my birth. And I'm a lonesome man besides. I'm very unhappy. Well, Cheer up, Sergeant. I was just about to say that I was going to Cheer up, come with her. Come with her. I suggest. I do have a flag to follow. No, to lead. Here, I have another drop of the pot she invited us. I'll tell you all about it. Well... Well, now I said a flag to follow, lad. But it's not to follow. It's a flag to lead. And it's not that great start. It's Christing the classy, the color, Sergeant Kerry. I'm not one of you American. Oh, good, Cheer up. Sorry. It's a great yellow standard, but miles corrugant from cabin, Kerry. I graduate of a very fine flag, son. But shame is daily. It has its own personal flag to Kerry and to lead with. I can wish the jaws and green instead of red and white for us. Ah, but it has a fine flag after all. And it has the symbol of the symbol... Why does it assemble our chocolates? What? Huh? What's the symbol of? Oh, I'm talking about the guide on the time privileged to carry my young friend. The guide on of company A, Sarah's Gallery. The only flag that shameless Dennis, Michael, Brian or daily ever, is the first one allegiance to. Do you hear me? Sir? Ah, you think I'm joking? I'll listen to that. It's been men died for that red and white rag. No, they didn't die for the other ones. The color, Sergeant Kerry, them things. It's not the personal thing. The guide on his lad, this is my flag. Your flag. This is Captain Tom and you and me and that black cottage legal, the message, and the thousand older men that died for it, and that will die for it in all the days to come. That's my flag, Trumpeter, and that's yours. Don't you ever leave no harm. Come to it. You should have brought your fiddle, Sergeant daily. Excuse me, sir. I didn't see the captain in the dastard. I was just discussing with the Trumpeter. He ain't broke, Captain. I see or not. But you better go on into bed before somebody that doesn't know any better comes along. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Good night, now. Hey, Kerry. The God bless you, heaven, hell, very good. And especially cochlear aces, sir. That's a good idea, boys. We're going to need all the blessings we can get for moving out into the field tomorrow. Go to bed now. Let's call the quarters. So we went out into the field, and we stayed there. Yeah, see how I feel about the Indians? I don't know. Lots of ways. They got a raw deal, I suppose. But you haven't got much time to think about that when you're dodging arrows and slugs from 45-70 Winchester. And then you're right up to a place where the buzzards are sailing around overhead, and you feel the Indians into a fellow that's left next to you in barracks. Then you don't think about it at all. New recruits come out to us from J.B. or Fort Hayes all the time to fill up the empty spots in the muster roll that the Indians made. In a couple of years it wasn't very many of us old-timers left in a company. Captain Tom shamed me. A dozen others. And every once in a while I think about what Sheamus had said about our guide-off. I was beginning to understand how he felt about it deep down his Irish soul. He never said anything about it to only just one. You see, it wasn't Indian fighting all the time. Sometimes it'd be period so we could go hunting maybe or fishing if there was a trout stream not just far away. Never one man alone, never less than two. We carried our revolvers and our carbines in the full pack saddle. This time Sheamus spoke of it again. We'd been out for two days, the two of us, hoping we'd find a deer. But we didn't. We didn't care too much. We'd had a good time away from the coast. We were within a mile of the gate, riding along with that good, tired feeling the man has after a jaunt like this. And there was a shot. And I looked around and Sheamus was on the ground. Well, I don't want to tell you about the next few minutes. If you've never had anything like that happen to you, just be thankful I'm not telling you. And if you have, well, you know all about it. Anyway, what I want to tell you about is the talk we had. Sheamus, no, he was dying. You won't go ahead and leave me, no. Of course I won't, Sheamus. He don't want him to get me here. You'll have to get mine first. You can't believe it. Did you see him at your house? No. They're in a stolen sight. They're watching, no. Yeah. So am I. No, no, that's tough. No, no, no, be in the left, huh? Yes. Yes, there is only a little room. I'm going to take much of that. Hey, boy. Oh, good Lord. No, no, wait. What? And we have enough time at all. We talked about. Guy down. Yes. Yes, I remember. Listen. You'll put Guy down on my grave. What? I give money, my flag. Oh, a flag I ever had. That's good, Sheamus. Sure. You think Guy is a company, eh? My flag. My... My... My money, my... Now, you are black before you know her. Hmm. I don't want to say anything. All right. Don't forget why I told you. And I won't. Me too. Fill his green door. But why do you drink? Well, perhaps you'll breathe. They won the name of... The only one. Oh. They heard the guns from the post, and a patrol came out and got it. And seven or eight more engines went to that happy, haunting ground of theirs, too. Hell, I kept my word to Sheamus daily. I couldn't put the troop guy down on his grave, but I did go to the artillery. I hadn't made a little wooden guy down on a little swallowtail, red and white flag in a little lance pole. We put the seven, the A on it, and Sheamus's name. After the detail that fired the three rounds, and Jim Bullham's helmet tapped. I wanted to, but I couldn't. After that, I put the little guy down, and he meant so much to him that the head of his grave. That was the funny thing, you know. It started a thing in the regiment. Well, Sheamus wasn't the only southern cavalryman who died for those days. Some of them were buried way out in the yellow hills, or on the walls of a little canyon. But there wasn't a grave that wasn't marked with a little red and white guy down. Hey, this is quite a number of them. And I wonder what the coyotes in the ferry dogs thought. I wonder if there was any of those guy don't have left anywhere. That was better than 70 years ago. I guess they're not. Well, Captain Tom, he made me guide. I had none of that so much about it before I spoke, but you'd be surprised what that guy don't meant to me. Or would you? Well, I know it's a fashion to cry down soldiers. There always is right after a war, but soldiers ain't that people, you know. Sheamus Daily, Captain Tom, the old man. Yeah, that guy down was pretty important to me. Sheamus said men had died for it. He died for it. He said men would die for it. That was true too. Men always have to have something to follow to believe in. A guy don't. Anyway, like Captain Tom said, I ought to have done my fiddle. Captain Tom came to me. We got to be pretty good friends. He was no officer to impose on a list of bands time. He was all business. He was a kind officer that, man, soldiers dream about. Strict. But a company got better than any other company in the squad. Tough, but leave one of his troopers get sick or something. And Captain Tom was like his father and mother put together. He used to like to walk around him and eat him after tattoo. Sometimes I'd see him down around the stable at summer. And he'd stop and talk. He was always brought a few of eating tobacco. I remember that one night. Give us a chew, Sergeant. Yes, sir. I'm going to buy you a plug one of these days. You don't use up much, Captain. Thanks, no luck. Fine night, eh? Yes, sir. So, would the Captain put in for a new last pull for the guide on? What's the matter with the winding guard? Well, sir, he kind of walked a little bit. Well, he kind of looked kind of, you know, used like. He was bad as shameless daily as to be with that guide on. No, well, I mean to be Captain. Poor Sheamus. I had a great regard for that, man. Me, too, sir. Well, God rest his soul. He's better off than we are, I'm pretty sure I suppose so. If ever a man went straight to Fiddler's dream, Sheamus is a man. Sir, Sheamus said something about buying me a drinking. Fiddler's dream. I never heard that expression before. Well, I've been meaning over so fast. You remember the head of Fiddler's dream? No, sir. Is that a Irish saying for heaven? No, Sergeant. And no, you see, good cavalrymen don't want to go to heaven because they won't find any other friends there. And they don't want to go to the other place because they've had too much of that on earth. So, there's a very special place right in between the two that's for good cavalrymen only. And that's Fiddler's dream? That's where Sheamus would be, then, sir. Yes, sir. All the good cavalrymen from the day the world began are in Fiddler's dream. The Roman catafracts of Julius Caesar. King Arthur in his night. The cavalrymen around here. And Sheamus sure shooting, sir. Yes? I believe that. Well, I hope I make it. You'll take care of that guard on, brother. You will. My interest, sir. Well, thanks for the children. Welcome. Oh, say. Oh, I want to take a little trip? Yes, sir. You know, my brother is coming out to command the regiment, didn't you? Yes, sir. I heard that. Well, I think I ought to send an escort out to bring him. Well, if I'm senior officer, a person with troops, so he'd take a detail of men for the troop and go pick him up and bring him back, huh? Yes, or sure, but not. If you start tomorrow night after retreat, make it in a couple of days, and a couple of days coming back, sir. All right, then. Welcome, my quarters. After breakfast tomorrow, I'll give you the details. Yes, sir. All right, Sergeant. Good night, sir. I can remember that date. Justice plain. The 21st of June, 1875. I took my detail, and we rode over the land of the railroad. We met the new commanding officer. I apologize for not being an officer, but I said Captain Tom didn't have enough officers, so with the general pardon me, too. So he laughed. He was a great big jolly fellow. Looked just like his brother Tom, big mustache, seen yellow hair, and he says, "That's all right, Sergeant. After I get over the regiment for a while, I'm going to see. If we get enough officers, oh, my, Sergeant's won't have to work their heads off." That should be fine, sir. Yeah, that sure will. After General's ready to go, sir. Move out. Head off. Off. Off. Off. Off. Yo. Well, all the way along, you've got an asking question about the Indians, about casualties, about the chance of one big campaign against them. Finish it up and kill him and murder him once and for all. He sure was anxious to make a good show. And, gee, there was business. He was so glad to get into the open after being in them posts back east for so long. You asked me a million questions about engine fighting, and I answered them best I could. I was getting to be quite a veteran in my South Sea. And anybody that fought at a cap in common, you had to be a veteran off of fast anyway. So he had some pretty good talks. And then the second morning out on the way back. We had some breakfast. He was just paddling up. But General called me over to him. Sergeant? Yes, sir. Watch that up there on the side of that hill. Where, sir? Right over there, don't you see? No, sir, I don't see anything. Look over my finger, yes, sir. What kind of things, sir? Oh, looks like a cavalry guy down to me, but, yeah, I couldn't be, sir. No, at least. I don't think so. I'll have a look through the glasses. Yeah. By Joe, it is a guy down. Yeah, look. Sir, I don't see nothing. Give me the glasses. Yes, it is. I can see the number of the letters. It's the sound. And it's company A. What could that be? It's turned. Why, no, sir. But I think I know what it is. Well, that'll be the grave of the southern government, sir. But I didn't know. That's the name of that river down there. Right. That's a little big horn, General Custer. ♪ So you see, it was just one year later, the 25th of June, 1876. Well, everybody was enjoying the Centennial Exposition back east. But General Custer let us mean Capacomb Custer and all of us. Now, how did that battlefield up a little big horn? And, well, you know, we all got killed. It was a southern government grave. Well, that's why we can't get into Fiddler's Green. I lost a true skydom. And he lost the regiment. And neither one of us can get into Fiddler's Green, till there isn't any more civil cavalry. And that'll be a long, long time. ♪ You have listened to Quiet, please, which is written and directed by Willis Cooper. The man who spoke to you was Ernest Chappell. And both of us, the Cooper, might be happy to have had this trip. At all, Mally with us tonight, to play shameless daily. Captain Tom Custer was after cold. And Floyd Buckley played General George Armstrong Custer. The original music for Quiet, please, is composed and played by Albert Merman. So Alfred, what about next week, Quiet, please? Here is our written director, Willis Cooper. My story for next week is called once cameo. The man who traveled in the east, and what do you listen, won't it? And so, until next week, at the same time, I am quietly yours, Ernest Chappell. ♪ This program comes to you from New York. This is the world's largest network, the mutual broadcasting system. ♪ Hey, everyone. It is Ryan Seacrest here, ready to heat up your summer vacation? Get ready, things are about to get sizzling at Chumba Casino. Your summer getting a whole lot hotter with a special daily login bonus waiting just for you. So, sign up now for reals of fun and reals of prizes right here at Chumba Casino. 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