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"
Yeah
,
he
sure
was
,
"
mourned
the
other
.
"
But
I
’
m
glad
the
little
fuck
is
gone
.
I
was
getting
sick
and
tired
of
taking
his
blood
pressure
all
the
time
.
"
Mrs
.
Daneeka
,
Doc
Daneeka
’
s
wife
,
was
not
glad
that
Doc
Daneeka
was
gone
and
split
the
peaceful
Staten
Island
night
with
woeful
shrieks
of
lamentation
when
she
learned
by
War
Department
telegram
that
her
husband
had
been
killed
in
action
.
Women
came
to
comfort
her
,
and
their
husbands
paid
condolence
calls
and
hoped
inwardly
that
she
would
soon
move
to
another
neighborhood
and
spare
them
the
obligation
of
continuous
sympathy
.
The
poor
woman
was
totally
distraught
for
almost
a
full
week
.
Slowly
,
heroically
,
she
found
the
strength
to
contemplate
a
future
filled
with
dire
problems
for
herself
and
her
children
.
Just
as
she
was
growing
resigned
to
her
loss
,
the
postman
rang
with
a
bolt
from
the
blue
—
a
letter
from
overseas
that
was
signed
with
her
husband
’
s
signature
and
urged
her
frantically
to
disregard
any
bad
news
concerning
him
.
Mrs
.
Daneeka
was
dumbfounded
.
The
date
on
the
letter
was
illegible
.
The
handwriting
throughout
was
shaky
and
hurried
,
but
the
style
resembled
her
husband
’
s
and
the
melancholy
,
self
-
pitying
tone
was
familiar
,
although
more
dreary
than
usual
.
Mrs
.
Daneeka
was
overjoyed
and
wept
irrepressibly
with
relief
and
kissed
the
crinkled
,
grubby
tissue
of
V
-
mail
stationery
a
thousand
times
.
She
dashed
a
grateful
note
off
to
her
husband
pressing
him
for
details
and
sent
a
wire
informing
the
War
Department
of
its
error
.
The
War
Department
replied
touchily
that
there
had
been
no
error
and
that
she
was
undoubtedly
the
victim
of
some
sadistic
and
psychotic
forger
in
her
husband
’
s
squadron
.
The
letter
to
her
husband
was
returned
unopened
,
stamped
KILLED
IN
ACTION
.
Mrs
.
Daneeka
had
been
widowed
cruelly
again
,
but
this
time
her
grief
was
mitigated
somewhat
by
a
notification
from
Washington
that
she
was
sole
beneficiary
of
her
husband
’
s
$
10
,
000
GI
insurance
policy
,
which
amount
was
obtainable
by
her
on
demand
.
The
realization
that
she
and
the
children
were
not
faced
immediately
with
starvation
brought
a
brave
smile
to
her
face
and
marked
the
turning
point
in
her
distress
.
The
Veterans
Administration
informed
her
by
mail
the
very
next
day
that
she
would
be
entitled
to
pension
benefits
for
the
rest
of
her
natural
life
because
of
her
husband
’
s
demise
,
and
to
a
burial
allowance
for
him
of
$
250
.
A
government
check
for
$
250
was
enclosed
.
Gradually
,
inexorably
,
her
prospects
brightened
.
A
letter
arrived
that
same
week
from
the
Social
Security
Administration
stating
that
,
under
the
provisions
of
the
Old
Age
and
Survivors
Insurance
Act
Of
1935
,
she
would
receive
monthly
support
for
herself
and
her
dependent
children
until
they
reached
the
age
of
eighteen
,
and
a
burial
allowance
of
$
250
.
With
these
government
letters
as
proof
of
death
,
she
applied
for
payment
on
three
life
insurance
policies
Doc
Daneeka
had
carried
,
with
a
value
of
$
50
,
000
each
;
her
claim
was
honored
and
processed
swiftly
.
Each
day
brought
new
unexpected
treasures
.
A
key
to
a
safe
-
deposit
box
led
to
a
fourth
life
insurance
policy
with
a
face
value
of
$
50
,
000
,
and
to
$
18
,
000
in
cash
on
which
income
tax
had
never
been
paid
and
need
never
be
paid
.
A
fraternal
lodge
to
which
he
had
belonged
gave
her
a
cemetery
plot
.
A
second
fraternal
organization
of
which
he
had
been
a
member
sent
her
a
burial
allowance
of
$
250
.
His
county
medical
association
gave
her
a
burial
allowance
of
$
250
.
The
husbands
of
her
closest
friends
began
to
flirt
with
her
.
Mrs
.
Daneeka
was
simply
delighted
with
the
way
things
were
turning
out
and
had
her
hair
dyed
.
Her
fantastic
wealth
just
kept
piling
up
,
and
she
had
to
remind
herself
daily
that
all
the
hundreds
of
thousands
of
dollars
she
was
acquiring
were
not
worth
a
single
penny
without
her
husband
to
share
this
good
fortune
with
her
.
It
astonished
her
that
so
many
separate
organizations
were
willing
to
do
so
much
to
bury
Doc
Daneeka
,
who
,
back
in
Pianosa
,
was
having
a
terrible
time
trying
to
keep
his
head
above
the
ground
and
wondered
with
dismal
apprehension
why
his
wife
did
not
answer
the
letter
he
had
written
.
He
found
himself
ostracized
in
the
squadron
by
men
who
cursed
his
memory
foully
for
having
supplied
Colonel
Cathcart
with
provocation
to
raise
the
number
of
combat
missions
.
Records
attesting
to
his
death
were
pullulating
like
insect
eggs
and
verifying
each
other
beyond
all
contention
.
He
drew
no
pay
or
PX
rations
and
depended
for
life
on
the
charity
of
Sergeant
Towser
and
Milo
,
who
both
knew
he
was
dead
.
Colonel
Cathcart
refused
to
see
him
,
and
Colonel
Korn
sent
word
through
Major
Danby
that
he
would
have
Doc
Daneeka
cremated
on
the
spot
if
he
ever
showed
up
at
Group
Headquarters
.
Major
Danby
confided
that
Group
was
incensed
with
all
flight
surgeons
because
of
Dr
.
Stubbs
,
the
bushy
-
haired
,
baggy
-
chinned
,
slovenly
flight
surgeon
in
Dunbar
’
s
squadron
who
was
deliberately
and
defiantly
brewing
insidious
dissension
there
by
grounding
all
men
with
sixty
missions
on
proper
forms
that
were
rejected
by
Group
indignantly
with
orders
restoring
the
confused
pilots
,
navigators
,
bombardiers
and
gunners
to
combat
duty
.
Morale
there
was
ebbing
rapidly
,
and
Dunbar
was
under
surveillance
.
Group
was
glad
Doc
Daneeka
had
been
killed
and
did
not
intend
to
ask
for
a
replacement
.
Not
even
the
chaplain
could
bring
Doc
Daneeka
back
to
life
under
the
circumstances
.
Alarm
changed
to
resignation
,
and
more
and
more
Doc
Daneeka
acquired
the
look
of
an
ailing
rodent
.
The
sacks
under
his
eyes
turned
hollow
and
black
,
and
he
padded
through
the
shadows
fruitlessly
like
a
ubiquitous
spook
.
Even
Captain
Flume
recoiled
when
Doc
Daneeka
sought
him
out
in
the
woods
for
help
.
Heartlessly
,
Gus
and
Wes
turned
him
away
from
their
medical
tent
without
even
a
thermometer
for
comfort
,
and
then
,
only
then
,
did
he
realize
that
,
to
all
intents
and
purposes
,
he
really
was
dead
,
and
that
he
had
better
do
something
damned
fast
if
he
ever
hoped
to
save
himself
.
There
was
nowhere
else
to
turn
but
to
his
wife
,
and
he
scribbled
an
impassioned
letter
begging
her
to
bring
his
plight
to
the
attention
of
the
War
Department
and
urging
her
to
communicate
at
once
with
his
group
commander
,
Colonel
Cathcart
,
for
assurances
that
—
no
matter
what
else
she
might
have
heard
—
it
was
indeed
he
,
her
husband
,
Doc
Daneeka
,
who
was
pleading
with
her
,
and
not
a
corpse
or
some
impostor
.
Mrs
.
Daneeka
was
stunned
by
the
depth
of
emotion
in
the
almost
illegible
appeal
.
She
was
torn
with
compunction
and
tempted
to
comply
,
but
the
very
next
letter
she
opened
that
day
was
from
that
same
Colonel
Cathcart
,
her
husband
’
s
group
commander
,
and
began
:
Dear
Mrs
.
,
Mr
.
,
Miss
,
or
Mr
.
and
Mrs
