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Bombing
his
own
men
and
planes
was
more
than
even
the
most
phlegmatic
observer
could
stomach
,
and
it
looked
like
the
end
for
him
.
High
-
ranking
government
officials
poured
in
to
investigate
.
Newspapers
inveighed
against
Milo
with
glaring
headlines
,
and
Congressmen
denounced
the
atrocity
in
stentorian
wrath
and
clamored
for
punishment
.
Mothers
with
children
in
the
service
organized
into
militant
groups
and
demanded
revenge
.
Not
one
voice
was
raised
in
his
defense
.
Decent
people
everywhere
were
affronted
,
and
Milo
was
all
washed
up
until
he
opened
his
books
to
the
public
and
disclosed
the
tremendous
profit
he
had
made
.
He
could
reimburse
the
government
for
all
the
people
and
property
he
had
destroyed
and
still
have
enough
money
left
over
to
continue
buying
Egyptian
cotton
.
Everybody
,
of
course
,
owned
a
share
.
And
the
sweetest
part
of
the
whole
deal
was
that
there
really
was
no
need
to
reimburse
the
government
at
all
.
"
In
a
democracy
,
the
government
is
the
people
,
"
Milo
explained
.
"
We
’
re
people
,
aren
’
t
we
?
So
we
might
just
as
well
keep
the
money
and
eliminate
the
middleman
.
Frankly
,
I
’
d
like
to
see
the
government
get
out
of
war
altogether
and
leave
the
whole
field
to
private
industry
.
If
we
pay
the
government
everything
we
owe
it
,
we
’
ll
only
be
encouraging
government
control
and
discouraging
other
individuals
from
bombing
their
own
men
and
planes
.
We
’
ll
be
taking
away
their
incentive
.
"
Milo
was
correct
,
of
course
,
as
everyone
soon
agreed
but
a
few
embittered
misfits
like
Doc
Daneeka
,
who
sulked
cantankerously
and
muttered
offensive
insinuations
about
the
morality
of
the
whole
venture
until
Milo
mollified
him
with
a
donation
,
in
the
name
of
the
syndicate
,
of
a
lightweight
aluminum
collapsible
garden
chair
that
Doc
Daneeka
could
fold
up
conveniently
and
carry
outside
his
tent
each
time
Chief
White
Halfoat
came
inside
his
tent
and
carry
back
inside
his
tent
each
time
Chief
White
Halfoat
came
out
.
Doc
Daneeka
had
lost
his
head
during
Milo
’
s
bombardment
;
instead
of
running
for
cover
,
he
had
remained
out
in
the
open
and
performed
his
duty
,
slithering
along
the
ground
through
shrapnel
,
strafing
and
incendiary
bombs
like
a
furtive
,
wily
lizard
from
casualty
to
casualty
,
administering
tourniquets
,
morphine
,
splints
and
sulfanilamide
with
a
dark
and
doleful
visage
,
never
saying
one
word
more
than
he
had
to
and
reading
in
each
man
’
s
bluing
wound
a
dreadful
portent
of
his
own
decay
.
He
worked
himself
relentlessly
into
exhaustion
before
the
long
night
was
over
and
came
down
with
a
snife
the
next
day
that
sent
him
hurrying
querulously
into
the
medical
tent
to
have
his
temperature
taken
by
Gus
and
Wes
and
to
obtain
a
mustard
plaster
and
vaporizer
.
Doc
Daneeka
tended
each
moaning
man
that
night
with
the
same
glum
and
profound
and
introverted
grief
he
showed
at
the
airfield
the
day
of
the
Avignon
mission
when
Yossarian
climbed
down
the
few
steps
of
his
plane
naked
,
in
a
state
of
utter
shock
,
with
Snowden
smeared
abundantly
all
over
his
bare
heels
and
toes
,
knees
,
arms
and
fingers
,
and
pointed
inside
wordlessly
toward
where
the
young
radio
-
gunner
lay
freezing
to
death
on
the
floor
beside
the
still
younger
tail
-
gunner
who
kept
falling
back
into
a
dead
faint
each
time
he
opened
his
eyes
and
saw
Snowden
dying
.
Doc
Daneeka
draped
a
blanket
around
Yossarian
’
s
shoulders
almost
tenderly
after
Snowden
had
been
removed
from
the
plane
and
carried
into
an
ambulance
on
a
stretcher
.
He
led
Yossarian
toward
his
jeep
.
McWatt
helped
,
and
the
three
drove
in
silence
to
the
squadron
medical
tent
,
where
McWatt
and
Doc
Daneeka
guided
Yossarian
inside
to
a
chair
and
washed
Snowden
off
him
with
cold
wet
balls
of
absorbent
cotton
.
Doc
Daneeka
gave
him
a
pill
and
a
shot
that
put
him
to
sleep
for
twelve
hours
.
When
Yossarian
woke
up
and
went
to
see
him
,
Doc
Daneeka
gave
him
another
pill
and
a
shot
that
put
him
to
sleep
for
another
twelve
hours
.
When
Yossarian
woke
up
again
and
went
to
see
him
,
Doc
Daneeka
made
ready
to
give
him
another
pill
and
a
shot
.
"
How
long
are
you
going
to
keep
giving
me
those
pills
and
shots
?
"
Yossarian
asked
him
.
"
Until
you
feel
better
.
"
"
I
feel
all
right
now
.
"
Doc
Daneeka
’
s
frail
suntanned
forehead
furrowed
with
surprise
.
"
Then
why
don
’
t
you
put
some
clothes
on
?
Why
are
you
walking
around
naked
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
wear
a
uniform
any
more
.
"
Doc
Daneeka
accepted
the
explanation
and
put
away
his
hypodermic
syringe
.
"
Are
you
sure
you
feel
all
right
?
"
