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"
Don
’
t
do
anything
at
all
about
it
until
I
talk
to
someone
,
"
Yossarian
decided
,
and
went
looking
for
help
from
Milo
,
who
went
immediately
afterward
to
Colonel
Cathcart
for
help
in
having
himself
assigned
to
more
combat
missions
.
Milo
had
been
earning
many
distinctions
for
himself
.
He
had
flown
fearlessly
into
danger
and
criticism
by
selling
petroleum
and
ball
bearings
to
Germany
at
good
prices
in
order
to
make
a
good
profit
and
help
maintain
a
balance
of
power
between
the
contending
forces
.
His
nerve
under
fire
was
graceful
and
infinite
.
With
a
devotion
to
purpose
above
and
beyond
the
line
of
duty
,
he
had
then
raised
the
price
of
food
in
his
mess
halls
so
high
that
all
officers
and
enlisted
men
had
to
turn
over
all
their
pay
to
him
in
order
to
eat
.
Their
alternative
—
there
was
an
alternative
,
of
course
,
since
Milo
detested
coercion
and
was
a
vocal
champion
of
freedom
of
choice
—
was
to
starve
.
When
he
encountered
a
wave
of
enemy
resistance
to
this
attack
,
he
stuck
to
his
position
without
regard
for
his
safety
or
reputation
and
gallantly
invoked
the
law
of
supply
and
demand
.
And
when
someone
somewhere
said
no
,
Milo
gave
ground
grudgingly
,
valiantly
defending
,
even
in
retreat
,
the
historic
right
of
free
men
to
pay
as
much
as
they
had
to
for
the
things
they
needed
in
order
to
survive
.
Milo
had
been
caught
red
-
handed
in
the
act
of
plundering
his
countrymen
,
and
,
as
a
result
,
his
stock
had
never
been
higher
.
He
proved
good
as
his
word
when
a
rawboned
major
from
Minnesota
curled
his
lip
in
rebellious
disavowal
and
demanded
his
share
of
the
syndicate
Milo
kept
saying
everybody
owned
.
Milo
met
the
challenge
by
writing
the
words
"
A
Share
"
on
the
nearest
scrap
of
paper
and
handing
it
away
with
a
virtuous
disdain
that
won
the
envy
and
admiration
of
almost
everyone
who
knew
him
.
His
glory
was
at
a
peak
,
and
Colonel
Cathcart
,
who
knew
and
admired
his
war
record
,
was
astonished
by
the
deferential
humility
with
which
Milo
presented
himself
at
Group
Headquarters
and
made
his
fantastic
appeal
for
more
hazardous
assignments
.
"
You
want
to
fly
more
combat
missions
?
"
Colonel
Cathcart
gasped
.
"
What
in
the
world
for
?
"
Milo
answered
in
a
demure
voice
with
his
face
lowered
meekly
.
"
I
want
to
do
my
duty
,
sir
.
The
country
is
at
war
,
and
I
want
to
fight
to
defend
it
like
the
rest
of
the
fellows
.
"
"
But
,
Milo
,
you
are
doing
your
duty
,
"
Colonel
Cathcart
exclaimed
with
a
laugh
that
thundered
jovially
.
"
I
can
’
t
think
of
a
single
person
who
’
s
done
more
for
the
men
than
you
have
.
Who
gave
them
chocolate
-
covered
cotton
?
"
Milo
shook
his
head
slowly
and
sadly
.
"
But
being
a
good
mess
officer
in
wartime
just
isn
’
t
enough
,
Colonel
Cathcart
.
"
"
Certainly
it
is
,
Milo
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
come
over
you
.
"
"
Certainly
it
isn
’
t
,
Colonel
,
"
Milo
disagreed
in
a
somewhat
firm
tone
,
raising
his
subservient
eyes
significantly
just
far
enough
to
arrest
Colonel
Cathcart
’
s
.
"
Some
of
the
men
are
beginning
to
talk
.
"
"
Oh
,
is
that
it
?
Give
me
their
names
,
Milo
.
Give
me
their
names
and
I
’
ll
see
to
it
that
they
go
on
every
dangerous
mission
the
group
flies
.
"
