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His
other
arm
bolstered
Nurse
Duckett
,
who
was
trembling
and
sobbing
against
him
,
too
,
her
long
,
angular
face
dead
white
.
Everyone
at
the
beach
was
screaming
and
running
,
and
the
men
sounded
like
women
.
They
scampered
for
their
things
in
panic
,
stooping
hurriedly
and
looking
askance
at
each
gentle
,
knee
-
high
wave
bubbling
in
as
though
some
ugly
,
red
,
grisly
organ
like
a
liver
or
a
lung
might
come
washing
right
up
against
them
.
Those
in
the
water
were
struggling
to
get
out
,
forgetting
in
their
haste
to
swim
,
wailing
,
walking
,
held
back
in
their
flight
by
the
viscous
,
clinging
sea
as
though
by
a
biting
wind
.
Kid
Sampson
had
rained
all
over
.
Those
who
spied
drops
of
him
on
their
limbs
or
torsos
drew
back
with
terror
and
revulsion
,
as
though
trying
to
shrink
away
from
their
own
odious
skins
.
Everybody
ran
in
a
sluggish
stampede
,
shooting
tortured
,
horrified
glances
back
,
filling
the
deep
,
shadowy
,
rustling
woods
with
their
frail
gasps
and
cries
.
Yossarian
drove
both
stumbling
,
faltering
women
before
him
frantically
,
shoving
them
and
prodding
them
to
make
them
hurry
,
and
raced
back
with
a
curse
to
help
when
Hungry
Joe
tripped
on
the
blanket
or
the
camera
case
he
was
carrying
and
fell
forward
on
his
face
in
the
mud
of
the
stream
.
Back
at
the
squadron
everyone
already
knew
.
Men
in
uniform
were
screaming
and
running
there
too
,
or
standing
motionless
in
one
spot
,
rooted
in
awe
,
like
Sergeant
Knight
and
Doc
Daneeka
as
they
gravely
craned
their
heads
upward
and
watched
the
guilty
,
banking
,
forlorn
airplane
with
McWatt
circle
and
circle
slowly
and
climb
.
"
Who
is
it
?
"
Yossarian
shouted
anxiously
at
Doc
Daneeka
as
he
ran
up
,
breathless
and
limp
,
his
somber
eyes
burning
with
a
misty
,
hectic
anguish
.
"
Who
’
s
in
the
plane
?
"
"
McWatt
,
"
said
Sergeant
Knight
.
"
He
’
s
got
the
two
new
pilots
with
him
on
a
training
flight
.
Doc
Daneeka
’
s
up
there
,
too
.
"
"
I
’
m
right
here
,
"
contended
Doc
Daneeka
,
in
a
strange
and
troubled
voice
,
darting
an
anxious
look
at
Sergeant
Knight
.
"
Why
doesn
’
t
he
come
down
?
"
Yossarian
exclaimed
in
despair
.
"
Why
does
he
keep
going
up
?
"
"
He
’
s
probably
afraid
to
come
down
,
"
Sergeant
Knight
answered
,
without
moving
his
solemn
gaze
from
McWatt
’
s
solitary
climbing
airplane
.
"
He
knows
what
kind
of
trouble
he
’
s
in
.
"
And
McWatt
kept
climbing
higher
and
higher
,
nosing
his
droning
airplane
upward
evenly
in
a
slow
,
oval
spiral
that
carried
him
far
out
over
the
water
as
he
headed
south
and
far
in
over
the
russet
foothills
when
he
had
circled
the
landing
field
again
and
was
flying
north
.
He
was
soon
up
over
five
thousand
feet
.
His
engines
were
soft
as
whispers
.
A
white
parachute
popped
open
suddenly
in
a
surprising
puff
A
second
parachute
popped
open
a
few
minutes
later
and
coasted
down
,
like
the
first
,
directly
in
toward
the
clearing
of
the
landing
strip
.
There
was
no
motion
on
the
ground
.
The
plane
continued
south
for
thirty
seconds
more
,
following
the
same
pattern
,
familiar
and
predictable
now
,
and
McWatt
lifted
a
wing
and
banked
gracefully
around
into
his
turn
.
