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Daneeka
:
Words
cannot
express
the
deep
personal
grief
I
experienced
when
your
husband
,
son
,
father
or
brother
was
killed
,
wounded
or
reported
missing
in
action
.
Mrs
.
Daneeka
moved
with
her
children
to
Lansing
,
Michigan
,
and
left
no
forwarding
address
.
Yossarian
was
warm
when
the
cold
weather
came
and
whale
-
shaped
clouds
blew
low
through
a
dingy
,
slate
-
gray
sky
,
almost
without
end
,
like
the
droning
,
dark
,
iron
flocks
of
B
-
17
and
B
-
24
bombers
from
the
long
-
range
air
bases
in
Italy
the
day
of
the
invasion
of
southern
France
two
months
earlier
.
Everyone
in
the
squadron
knew
that
Kid
Sampson
’
s
skinny
legs
had
washed
up
on
the
wet
sand
to
lie
there
and
rot
like
a
purple
twisted
wishbone
.
No
one
would
go
to
retrieve
them
,
not
Gus
or
Wes
or
even
the
men
in
the
mortuary
at
the
hospital
;
everyone
made
believe
that
Kid
Sampson
’
s
legs
were
not
there
,
that
they
had
bobbed
away
south
forever
on
the
tide
like
all
of
Clevinger
and
Orr
.
Now
that
bad
weather
had
come
,
almost
no
one
ever
sneaked
away
alone
any
more
to
peek
through
bushes
like
a
pervert
at
the
moldering
stumps
.
There
were
no
more
beautiful
days
.
There
were
no
more
easy
missions
.
There
was
stinging
rain
and
dull
,
chilling
fog
,
and
the
men
flew
at
week
-
long
intervals
,
whenever
the
weather
cleared
.
At
night
the
wind
moaned
.
The
gnarled
and
stunted
tree
trunks
creaked
and
groaned
and
forced
Yossarian
’
s
thoughts
each
morning
,
even
before
he
was
fully
awake
,
back
on
Kid
Sampson
’
s
skinny
legs
bloating
and
decaying
,
as
systematically
as
a
ticking
clock
,
in
the
icy
rain
and
wet
sand
all
through
the
blind
,
cold
,
gusty
October
nights
.
After
Kid
Sampson
’
s
legs
,
he
would
think
of
pitiful
,
whimpering
Snowden
freezing
to
death
in
the
rear
section
of
the
plane
,
holding
his
eternal
,
immutable
secret
concealed
inside
his
quilted
,
armor
-
plate
flak
suit
until
Yossarian
had
finished
sterilizing
and
bandaging
the
wrong
wound
on
his
leg
,
and
then
spilling
it
out
suddenly
all
over
the
floor
.
At
night
when
he
was
trying
to
sleep
,
Yossarian
would
call
the
roll
of
all
the
men
,
women
and
children
he
had
ever
known
who
were
now
dead
.
He
tried
to
remember
all
the
soldiers
,
and
he
resurrected
images
of
all
the
elderly
people
he
had
known
when
a
child
—
all
the
aunts
,
uncles
,
neighbors
,
parents
and
grandparents
,
his
own
and
everyone
else
’
s
,
and
all
the
pathetic
,
deluded
shopkeepers
who
opened
their
small
,
dusty
stores
at
dawn
and
worked
in
them
foolishly
until
midnight
.
They
were
all
dead
,
too
.
The
number
of
dead
people
just
seemed
to
increase
.
And
the
Germans
were
still
fighting
.
Death
was
irreversible
,
he
suspected
,
and
he
began
to
think
he
was
going
to
lose
.
Yossarian
was
warm
when
the
cold
weather
came
because
of
Orr
’
s
marvelous
stove
,
and
he
might
have
existed
in
his
warm
tent
quite
comfortably
if
not
for
the
memory
of
Orr
,
and
if
not
for
the
gang
of
animated
roommates
that
came
swarming
inside
rapaciously
one
day
from
the
two
full
combat
crews
Colonel
Cathcart
had
requisitioned
—
and
obtained
in
less
than
forty
-
eight
hours
—
as
replacements
for
Kid
Sampson
and
McWatt
.
Yossarian
emitted
a
long
,
loud
,
croaking
gasp
of
protest
when
he
trudged
in
tiredly
after
a
mission
and
found
them
already
there
.
There
were
four
of
them
,
and
they
were
having
a
whale
of
a
good
time
as
they
helped
each
other
set
up
their
cots
.
They
were
horsing
around
.
The
moment
he
saw
them
,
Yossarian
knew
they
were
impossible
.
They
were
frisky
,
eager
and
exuberant
,
and
they
had
all
been
friends
in
the
States
.
They
were
plainly
unthinkable
.
They
were
noisy
,
overconfident
,
empty
-
headed
kids
of
twenty
-
one
.
They
had
gone
to
college
and
were
engaged
to
pretty
,
clean
girls
whose
pictures
were
already
standing
on
the
rough
cement
mantelpiece
of
Orr
’
s
fireplace
.
They
had
ridden
in
speedboats
and
played
tennis
.
They
had
been
horseback
riding
.
One
had
once
been
to
bed
with
an
older
woman
.
They
knew
the
same
people
in
different
parts
of
the
country
and
had
gone
to
school
with
each
other
’
s
cousins
.
They
had
listened
to
the
World
Series
and
really
cared
who
won
football
games
.
They
were
obtuse
;
their
morale
was
good
.
They
were
glad
that
the
war
had
lasted
long
enough
for
them
to
find
out
what
combat
was
really
like
.
They
were
halfway
through
unpacking
when
Yossarian
threw
them
out
.
They
were
plainly
out
of
the
question
,
Yossarian
explained
adamantly
to
Sergeant
Towser
,
whose
sallow
equine
face
was
despondent
as
he
informed
Yossarian
that
the
new
officers
would
have
to
be
admitted
.
Sergeant
Towser
was
not
permitted
to
requisition
another
six
-
man
tent
from
Group
while
Yossarian
was
living
in
one
alone
.
