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"
Captain
Piltchard
’
s
right
,
fellas
,
"
said
Captain
Wren
.
"
And
that
’
s
all
I
’
m
going
to
say
to
you
on
that
subject
.
Well
,
we
finally
got
to
Bologna
today
,
and
we
found
out
it
’
s
a
milk
run
.
We
were
all
a
little
nervous
,
I
guess
,
and
didn
’
t
do
too
much
damage
.
Well
,
listen
to
this
.
Colonel
Cathcart
got
permission
for
us
to
go
back
.
And
tomorrow
we
’
re
really
going
to
paste
those
ammunition
dumps
.
Now
,
what
do
you
think
about
that
?
"
And
to
prove
to
Yossarian
that
they
bore
him
no
animosity
,
they
even
assigned
him
to
fly
lead
bombardier
with
McWatt
in
the
first
formation
when
they
went
back
to
Bologna
the
next
day
.
He
came
in
on
the
target
like
a
Havermeyer
,
confidently
taking
no
evasive
action
at
all
,
and
suddenly
they
were
shooting
the
living
shit
out
of
him
!
Heavy
flak
was
everywhere
!
He
had
been
lulled
,
lured
and
trapped
,
and
there
was
nothing
he
could
do
but
sit
there
like
an
idiot
and
watch
the
ugly
black
puffs
smashing
up
to
kill
him
.
There
was
nothing
he
could
do
until
his
bombs
dropped
but
look
back
into
the
bombsight
,
where
the
fine
cross
-
hairs
in
the
lens
were
glued
magnetically
over
the
target
exactly
where
he
had
placed
them
,
intersecting
perfectly
deep
inside
the
yard
of
his
block
of
camouflaged
warehouses
before
the
base
of
the
first
building
.
He
was
trembling
steadily
as
the
plane
crept
ahead
.
He
could
hear
the
hollow
boom
-
boom
-
boom
-
boom
of
the
flak
pounding
all
around
him
in
overlapping
measures
of
four
,
the
sharp
,
piercing
crack
!
of
a
single
shell
exploding
suddenly
very
close
by
.
His
head
was
busting
with
a
thousand
dissonant
impulses
as
he
prayed
for
the
bombs
to
drop
.
He
wanted
to
sob
.
The
engines
droned
on
monotonously
like
a
fat
,
lazy
fly
.
At
last
the
indices
on
the
bombsight
crossed
,
tripping
away
the
eight
500
-
pounders
one
after
the
other
.
The
plane
lurched
upward
buoyantly
with
the
lightened
load
.
Yossarian
bent
away
from
the
bombsight
crookedly
to
watch
the
indicator
on
his
left
.
When
the
pointer
touched
zero
,
he
closed
the
bomb
bay
doors
and
,
over
the
intercom
,
at
the
very
top
of
his
voice
,
shrieked
:
"
Turn
right
hard
!
"
McWatt
responded
instantly
.
With
a
grinding
howl
of
engines
,
he
flipped
the
plane
over
on
one
wing
and
wrung
it
around
remorselessly
in
a
screaming
turn
away
from
the
twin
spires
of
flak
Yossarian
had
spied
stabbing
toward
them
.
Then
Yossarian
had
McWatt
climb
and
keep
climbing
higher
and
higher
until
they
tore
free
finally
into
a
calm
,
diamond
-
blue
sky
that
was
sunny
and
pure
everywhere
and
laced
in
the
distance
with
long
white
veils
of
tenuous
fluff
.
The
wind
strummed
soothingly
against
the
cylindrical
panes
of
his
windows
,
and
he
relaxed
exultantly
only
until
they
picked
up
speed
again
and
then
turned
McWatt
left
and
plunged
him
right
back
down
,
noticing
with
a
transitory
spasm
of
elation
the
mushrooming
clusters
of
flak
leaping
open
high
above
him
and
back
over
his
shoulder
to
the
right
,
exactly
where
he
could
have
been
if
he
had
not
turned
left
and
dived
.
He
leveled
McWatt
out
with
another
harsh
cry
and
whipped
him
upward
and
around
again
into
a
ragged
blue
patch
of
unpolluted
air
just
as
the
bombs
he
had
dropped
began
to
strike
.
The
first
one
fell
in
the
yard
,
exactly
where
he
had
aimed
,
and
then
the
rest
of
the
bombs
from
his
own
plane
and
from
the
other
planes
in
his
flight
burst
open
on
the
ground
in
a
charge
of
rapid
orange
flashes
across
the
tops
of
the
buildings
,
which
collapsed
instantly
in
a
vast
,
churning
wave
of
pink
and
gray
and
coal
-
black
smoke
that
went
rolling
out
turbulently
in
all
directions
and
quaked
convulsively
in
its
bowels
as
though
from
great
blasts
of
red
and
white
and
golden
sheet
lightning
.
"
Well
,
will
you
look
at
that
,
"
Aarfy
marveled
sonorously
right
beside
Yossarian
,
his
plump
,
orbicular
face
sparkling
with
a
look
of
bright
enchantment
.
"
There
must
have
been
an
ammunition
dump
down
there
.
"
Yossarian
had
forgotten
about
Aarfy
.
"
Get
out
!
"
he
shouted
at
him
.
"
Get
out
of
the
nose
!
"
