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In
less
than
ten
days
the
Texan
cleared
the
ward
.
The
artillery
captain
broke
first
,
and
after
that
the
exodus
started
.
Dunbar
,
Yossarian
and
the
fighter
captain
all
bolted
the
same
morning
.
Dunbar
stopped
having
dizzy
spells
,
and
the
fighter
captain
blew
his
nose
.
Yossarian
told
the
doctors
that
the
pain
in
his
liver
had
gone
away
.
It
was
as
easy
as
that
.
Even
the
warrant
officer
fled
In
less
than
ten
days
,
the
Texan
drove
everybody
in
the
ward
back
to
duty
—
everybody
but
the
C
.
I
.
D
.
man
,
who
had
caught
cold
from
the
fighter
captain
and
come
down
with
pneumonia
.
In
a
way
the
C
.
I
.
D
.
man
was
pretty
lucky
,
because
outside
the
hospital
the
war
was
still
going
on
.
Men
went
mad
and
were
rewarded
with
medals
.
All
over
the
world
,
boys
on
every
side
of
the
bomb
line
were
laying
down
their
lives
for
what
they
had
been
told
was
their
country
,
and
no
one
seemed
to
mind
,
least
of
all
the
boys
who
were
laying
down
their
young
lives
.
There
was
no
end
in
sight
.
The
only
end
in
sight
was
Yossarian
’
s
own
,
and
he
might
have
remained
in
the
hospital
until
doomsday
had
it
not
been
for
that
patriotic
Texan
with
his
infundibuliform
jowls
and
his
lumpy
,
rumpleheaded
,
indestructible
smile
cracked
forever
across
the
front
of
his
face
like
the
brim
of
a
black
tengallon
hat
.
The
Texan
wanted
everybody
in
the
ward
to
be
happy
but
Yossarian
and
Dunbar
.
He
was
really
very
sick
.
But
Yossarian
couldn
’
t
be
happy
,
even
though
the
Texan
didn
’
t
want
him
to
be
,
because
outside
the
hospital
there
was
still
nothing
funny
going
on
.
The
only
thing
going
on
was
a
war
,
and
no
one
seemed
to
notice
but
Yossarian
and
Dunbar
.
And
when
Yossarian
tried
to
remind
people
,
they
drew
away
from
him
and
thought
he
was
crazy
.
Even
Clevinger
,
who
should
have
known
better
but
didn
’
t
,
had
told
him
he
was
crazy
the
last
time
they
had
seen
each
other
,
which
was
just
before
Yossarian
had
fled
into
the
hospital
.
Clevinger
had
stared
at
him
with
apoplectic
rage
and
indignation
and
,
clawing
the
table
with
both
hands
,
had
shouted
,
"
You
’
re
crazy
!
"
"
Clevinger
,
what
do
you
want
from
people
?
"
Dunbar
had
replied
wearily
above
the
noises
of
the
officers
’
club
.
"
I
’
m
not
joking
,
"
Clevinger
persisted
.
"
They
’
re
trying
to
kill
me
,
"
Yossarian
told
him
calmly
.
"
No
one
’
s
trying
to
kill
you
,
"
Clevinger
cried
.
"
Then
why
are
they
shooting
at
me
?
"
Yossarian
asked
.
