Some one at the hospital called the Red Cross office in Brooklyn, and a request for the boy to rush to Brooklyn was relayed to the Red Cross director of the North Carolina Marine Crops camp. Because time was short-the patient was dying-the Red Cross man and an officer set out in a jeep. They located the sought-after young man wading through marshy boondocks on maneuvers. He was rushed to the airport in time to catch the one plane that might enable him to reach his dying father. patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son through most of the night.