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"
Hey
,
you
men
leave
Captain
Havermeyer
alone
,
"
Colonel
Cathcart
would
order
.
"
He
’
s
the
best
damned
bombardier
we
’
ve
got
.
"
Havermeyer
grinned
and
nodded
and
tried
to
explain
how
he
dumdummed
the
bullets
with
a
hunting
knife
before
he
fired
them
at
the
field
mice
in
his
tent
every
night
.
Havermeyer
was
the
best
damned
bombardier
they
had
,
but
he
flew
straight
and
level
all
the
way
from
the
I
.
P
.
to
the
target
,
and
even
far
beyond
the
target
until
he
saw
the
falling
bombs
strike
ground
and
explode
in
a
darting
spurt
of
abrupt
orange
that
flashed
beneath
the
swirling
pall
of
smoke
and
pulverized
debris
geysering
up
wildly
in
huge
,
rolling
waves
of
gray
and
black
.
Havermeyer
held
mortal
men
rigid
in
six
planes
as
steady
and
still
as
sitting
ducks
while
he
followed
the
bombs
all
the
way
down
through
the
Plexiglas
nose
with
deep
interest
and
gave
the
German
gunners
below
all
the
time
they
needed
to
set
their
sights
and
take
their
aim
and
pull
their
triggers
or
lanyards
or
switches
or
whatever
the
hell
they
did
pull
when
they
wanted
to
kill
people
they
didn
’
t
know
.
Havermeyer
was
a
lead
bombardier
who
never
missed
.
Yossarian
was
a
lead
bombardier
who
had
been
demoted
because
he
no
longer
gave
a
damn
whether
he
missed
or
not
.
He
had
decided
to
live
forever
or
die
in
the
attempt
,
and
his
only
mission
each
time
he
went
up
was
to
come
down
alive
.
The
men
had
loved
flying
behind
Yossarian
,
who
used
to
come
barreling
in
over
the
target
from
all
directions
and
every
height
,
climbing
and
diving
and
twisting
and
turning
so
steeply
and
sharply
that
it
was
all
the
pilots
of
the
other
five
planes
could
do
to
stay
in
formation
with
him
,
leveling
out
only
for
the
two
or
three
seconds
it
took
for
the
bombs
to
drop
and
then
zooming
off
again
with
an
aching
howl
of
engines
,
and
wrenching
his
flight
through
the
air
so
violently
as
he
wove
his
way
through
the
filthy
barrages
of
flak
that
the
six
planes
were
soon
flung
out
all
over
the
sky
like
prayers
,
each
one
a
pushover
for
the
German
fighters
,
which
was
just
fine
with
Yossarian
,
for
there
were
no
German
fighters
any
more
and
he
did
not
want
any
exploding
planes
near
his
when
they
exploded
.
Only
when
all
the
Sturm
und
Drang
had
been
left
far
behind
would
he
tip
his
flak
helmet
back
wearily
on
his
sweating
head
and
stop
barking
directions
to
McWatt
at
the
controls
,
who
had
nothing
better
to
wonder
about
at
a
time
like
that
than
where
the
bombs
had
fallen
.
"
Bomb
bay
clear
,
"
Sergeant
Knight
in
the
back
would
announce
.
"
Did
we
hit
the
bridge
?
"
McWatt
would
ask
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
see
,
sir
,
I
kept
getting
bounced
around
back
here
pretty
hard
and
I
couldn
’
t
see
.
Everything
’
s
covered
with
smoke
now
and
I
can
’
t
see
.
"
"
Hey
,
Aarfy
,
did
the
bombs
hit
the
target
?
"
