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"
Married
?
"
Aarfy
’
s
indulgent
merriment
swelled
tremendously
.
"
Ho
,
ho
,
ho
,
ho
,
ho
!
Now
you
’
re
really
talking
stupid
.
Why
,
you
’
re
not
even
old
enough
to
know
what
true
love
is
.
"
Aarfy
was
an
authority
on
the
subject
of
true
love
because
he
had
already
fallen
truly
in
love
with
Nately
’
s
father
and
with
the
prospect
of
working
for
him
after
the
war
in
some
executive
capacity
as
a
reward
for
befriending
Nately
.
Aarfy
was
a
lead
navigator
who
had
never
been
able
to
find
himself
since
leaving
college
.
He
was
a
genial
,
magnanimous
lead
navigator
who
could
always
forgive
the
other
man
in
the
squadron
for
denouncing
him
furiously
each
time
he
got
lost
on
a
combat
mission
and
led
them
over
concentrations
of
antiaircraft
fire
.
He
got
lost
on
the
streets
of
Rome
that
same
afternoon
and
never
did
find
the
eligible
Red
Cross
girl
from
Smith
with
the
important
milk
-
of
-
magnesia
plant
.
He
got
lost
on
the
mission
to
Ferrara
the
day
Kraft
was
shot
down
and
killed
,
and
he
got
lost
again
on
the
weekly
milk
run
to
Parma
and
tried
to
lead
the
planes
out
to
sea
over
the
city
of
Leghorn
after
Yossarian
had
dropped
his
bombs
on
the
undefended
inland
target
and
settled
back
against
his
thick
wall
of
armor
plate
with
his
eyes
closed
and
a
fragrant
cigarette
in
his
fingertips
.
Suddenly
there
was
flak
,
and
all
at
once
McWatt
was
shrieking
over
the
intercom
,
"
Flak
!
Flak
!
Where
the
hell
are
we
?
What
the
hell
’
s
going
on
?
"
Yossarian
flipped
his
eyes
open
in
alarm
and
saw
the
totally
unexpected
bulging
black
puffs
of
flak
crashing
down
in
toward
them
from
high
up
and
Aarfy
’
s
complacent
melon
-
round
tiny
-
eyed
face
gazing
out
at
the
approaching
cannon
bursts
with
affable
bemusement
.
Yossarian
was
flabbergasted
.
His
leg
went
abruptly
to
sleep
.
McWatt
had
started
to
climb
and
was
yelping
over
the
intercom
for
instructions
.
Yossarian
sprang
forward
to
see
where
they
were
and
remained
in
the
same
place
.
He
was
unable
to
move
.
Then
he
realized
he
was
sopping
wet
.
He
looked
down
at
his
crotch
with
a
sinking
,
sick
sensation
.
A
wild
crimson
blot
was
crawling
upward
rapidly
along
his
shirt
front
like
an
enormous
sea
monster
rising
to
devour
him
.
He
was
hit
!
Separate
trickles
of
blood
spilled
to
a
puddle
on
the
floor
through
one
saturated
trouser
leg
like
countless
unstoppable
swarms
of
wriggling
red
worms
.
His
heart
stopped
.
A
second
solid
jolt
struck
the
plane
.
Yossarian
shuddered
with
revulsion
at
the
queer
sight
of
his
wound
and
screamed
at
Aarfy
for
help
.
"
I
lost
my
balls
!
Aarfy
,
I
lost
my
balls
!
"
Aarfy
didn
’
t
hear
,
and
Yossarian
bent
forward
and
tugged
at
his
arm
.
"
Aarfy
,
help
me
,
"
he
pleaded
,
almost
weeping
,
"
I
’
m
hit
!
I
’
m
hit
!
"
Aarfy
turned
slowly
with
a
bland
,
quizzical
grin
.
"
What
?
"
"
I
’
m
hit
,
Aarfy
!
Help
me
!
"
Aarfy
grinned
again
and
shrugged
amiably
.
"
I
can
’
t
hear
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
Can
’
t
you
see
me
?
"
Yossarian
cried
incredulously
,
and
he
pointed
to
the
deepening
pool
of
blood
he
felt
splashing
down
all
around
him
and
spreading
out
underneath
.
"
I
’
m
wounded
!
Help
me
,
for
God
’
s
sake
!
Aarfy
,
help
me
!
"
"
I
still
can
’
t
hear
you
,
"
Aarfy
complained
tolerantly
,
cupping
his
podgy
hand
behind
the
blanched
corolla
of
his
ear
.
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
Yossarian
answered
in
a
collapsing
voice
,
weary
suddenly
of
shouting
so
much
,
of
the
whole
frustrating
,
exasperating
,
ridiculous
situation
.
He
was
dying
,
and
no
one
took
notice
.
"
Never
mind
.
"
"
What
?
"
Aarfy
shouted
.
"
I
said
I
lost
my
balls
!
Can
’
t
you
hear
me
?
I
’
m
wounded
in
the
groin
!
"
"
I
still
can
’
t
hear
you
,
"
Aaxfy
chided
.
"
I
said
never
mind
!
"
Yossarian
screamed
with
a
trapped
feeling
of
terror
and
began
to
shiver
,
feeling
very
cold
suddenly
and
very
weak
.
