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Aarfy
smiled
politely
and
pointed
down
toward
the
target
in
a
generous
invitation
for
Yossarian
to
look
.
Yossarian
began
slapping
at
him
insistently
and
signaled
wildly
toward
the
entrance
of
the
crawlway
.
"
Get
back
in
the
ship
!
"
he
cried
frantically
.
"
Get
back
in
the
ship
!
"
Aarfy
shrugged
amiably
.
"
I
can
’
t
hear
you
,
"
he
explained
.
Yossarian
seized
him
by
the
straps
of
his
parachute
harness
and
pushed
him
backward
toward
the
crawlway
just
as
the
plane
was
hit
with
a
jarring
concussion
that
rattled
his
bones
and
made
his
heart
stop
.
He
knew
at
once
they
were
all
dead
.
"
Climb
!
"
he
screamed
into
the
intercom
at
McWatt
when
he
saw
he
was
still
alive
.
"
Climb
,
you
bastard
!
Climb
,
climb
,
climb
,
climb
!
"
The
plane
zoomed
upward
again
in
a
climb
that
was
swift
and
straining
,
until
he
leveled
it
out
with
another
harsh
shout
at
McWatt
and
wrenched
it
around
once
more
in
a
roaring
,
merciless
forty
-
five
-
degree
turn
that
sucked
his
insides
out
in
one
enervating
sniff
and
left
him
floating
fleshless
in
midair
until
he
leveled
McWatt
out
again
just
long
enough
to
hurl
him
back
around
toward
the
right
and
then
down
into
a
screeching
dive
.
Through
endless
blobs
of
ghostly
black
smoke
he
sped
,
the
hanging
smut
wafting
against
the
smooth
Plexiglas
nose
of
the
ship
like
an
evil
,
damp
,
sooty
vapor
against
his
cheeks
.
His
heart
was
hammering
again
in
aching
terror
as
he
hurtled
upward
and
downward
through
the
blind
gangs
of
flak
charging
murderously
into
the
sky
at
him
,
then
sagging
inertly
.
Sweat
gushed
from
his
neck
in
torrents
and
poured
down
over
his
chest
and
waist
with
the
feeling
of
warm
slime
.
He
was
vaguely
aware
for
an
instant
that
the
planes
in
his
formation
were
no
longer
there
,
and
then
he
was
aware
of
only
himself
.
His
throat
hurt
like
a
raw
slash
from
the
strangling
intensity
with
which
he
shrieked
each
command
to
McWatt
.
The
engines
rose
to
a
deafening
,
agonized
,
ululating
bellow
each
time
McWatt
changed
direction
.
And
far
out
in
front
the
bursts
of
flak
were
still
swarming
into
the
sky
from
new
batteries
of
guns
poking
around
for
accurate
altitude
as
they
waited
sadistically
for
him
to
fly
into
range
.
The
plane
was
slammed
again
suddenly
with
another
loud
,
jarring
explosion
that
almost
rocked
it
over
on
its
back
,
and
the
nose
filled
immediately
with
sweet
clouds
of
blue
smoke
.
Something
was
on
fire
!
Yossarian
whirled
to
escape
and
smacked
into
Aarfy
,
who
had
struck
a
match
and
was
placidly
lightning
his
pipe
.
Yossarian
gaped
at
his
grinning
,
moon
-
faced
navigator
in
utter
shock
and
confusion
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
one
of
them
was
mad
.
"
Jesus
Christ
!
"
he
screamed
at
Aarfy
in
tortured
amazement
.
"
Get
the
hell
out
of
the
nose
!
Are
you
crazy
?
Get
out
!
"
"
What
?
"
said
Aarfy
.
