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"
I
haven
’
t
been
to
bed
with
a
woman
since
we
shipped
overseas
,
"
Colonel
Moodus
whimpered
tearfully
.
"
Can
you
imagine
what
I
’
m
going
through
?
"
General
Dreedle
could
be
as
intransigent
with
anyone
else
when
displeased
as
he
was
with
Colonel
Moodus
.
He
had
no
taste
for
sham
,
tact
or
pretension
,
and
his
credo
as
a
professional
soldier
was
unified
and
concise
:
he
believed
that
the
young
men
who
took
orders
from
him
should
be
willing
to
give
up
their
lives
for
the
ideals
,
aspirations
and
idiosyncrasies
of
the
old
men
he
took
orders
from
.
The
officers
and
enlisted
men
in
his
command
had
identity
for
him
only
as
military
quantities
.
All
he
asked
was
that
they
do
their
work
;
beyond
that
,
they
were
free
to
do
whatever
they
pleased
.
They
were
free
,
as
Colonel
Cathcart
was
free
,
to
force
their
men
to
fly
sixty
missions
if
they
chose
,
and
they
were
free
,
as
Yossarian
had
been
free
,
to
stand
in
formation
naked
if
they
wanted
to
,
although
General
Dreedle
’
s
granite
jaw
swung
open
at
the
sight
and
he
went
striding
dictatorially
right
down
the
line
to
make
certain
that
there
really
was
a
man
wearing
nothing
but
moccasins
waiting
at
attention
in
ranks
to
receive
a
medal
from
him
.
General
Dreedle
was
speechless
.
Colonel
Cathcart
began
to
faint
when
he
spied
Yossarian
,
and
Colonel
Korn
stepped
up
behind
him
and
squeezed
his
arm
in
a
strong
grip
.
The
silence
was
grotesque
.
A
steady
warm
wind
flowed
in
from
the
beach
,
and
an
old
cart
filled
with
dirty
straw
rumbled
into
view
on
the
main
road
,
drawn
by
a
black
donkey
and
driven
by
a
farmer
in
a
flopping
hat
and
faded
brown
work
clothes
who
paid
no
attention
to
the
formal
military
ceremony
taking
place
in
the
small
field
on
his
right
.
At
last
General
Dreedle
spoke
.
"
Get
back
in
the
car
,
"
he
snapped
over
his
shoulder
to
his
nurse
,
who
had
followed
him
down
the
line
.
The
nurse
toddled
away
with
a
smile
toward
his
brown
staff
car
,
parked
about
twenty
yards
away
at
the
edge
of
the
rectangular
clearing
.
General
Dreedle
waited
in
austere
silence
until
the
car
door
slammed
and
then
demanded
,
"
Which
one
is
this
?
"
Colonel
Moodus
checked
his
roster
.
"
This
one
is
Yossarian
,
Dad
.
He
gets
a
Distinguished
Flying
Cross
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
be
damned
,
"
mumbled
General
Dreedle
,
and
his
ruddy
monolithic
face
softened
with
amusement
.
"
Why
aren
’
t
you
wearing
clothes
,
Yossarian
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
you
don
’
t
want
to
?
Why
the
hell
don
’
t
you
want
to
?
"
"
I
just
don
’
t
want
to
,
sir
.
"
"
Why
isn
’
t
he
wearing
clothes
?
"
General
Dreedle
demanded
over
his
shoulder
of
Colonel
Cathcart
.
"
He
’
s
talking
to
you
,
"
Colonel
Korn
whispered
over
Colonel
Cathcart
’
s
shoulder
from
behind
,
jabbing
his
elbow
sharply
into
Colonel
Cathcart
’
s
back
.
"
Why
isn
’
t
he
wearing
clothes
?
"
Colonel
Cathcart
demanded
of
Colonel
Korn
with
a
look
of
acute
pain
,
tenderly
nursing
the
spot
where
Colonel
Korn
had
just
jabbed
him
.
