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But
he
hasn
’
t
finished
your
missions
,
has
he
?
Ha
!
Ha
!
Has
he
got
a
surprise
coming
to
him
!
"
"
Sir
,
Yossarian
is
a
friend
of
mine
,
"
Milo
objected
.
"
I
’
d
hate
to
be
responsible
for
doing
anything
that
would
put
him
back
in
combat
.
I
owe
a
lot
to
Yossarian
.
Isn
’
t
there
any
way
we
could
make
an
exception
of
him
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
Milo
.
"
Colonel
Cathcart
clucked
sententiously
,
shocked
by
the
suggestion
.
"
We
must
never
play
favorites
.
We
must
always
treat
every
man
alike
.
"
"
I
’
d
give
everything
I
own
to
Yossarian
,
"
Milo
persevered
gamely
on
Yossarian
’
s
behalf
.
"
But
since
I
don
’
t
own
anything
,
I
can
’
t
give
everything
to
him
,
can
I
?
So
he
’
ll
just
have
to
take
his
chances
with
the
rest
of
the
men
,
won
’
t
he
?
"
"
What
’
s
fair
is
fair
,
Milo
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
what
’
s
fair
is
fair
,
"
Milo
agreed
.
"
Yossarian
is
no
better
than
the
other
men
,
and
he
has
no
right
to
expect
any
special
privileges
,
has
he
?
"
"
No
,
Milo
.
What
’
s
fair
is
fair
.
"
And
there
was
no
time
for
Yossarian
to
save
himself
from
combat
once
Colonel
Cathcart
issued
his
announcement
raising
the
missions
to
eighty
late
that
same
afternoon
,
no
time
to
dissuade
Nately
from
flying
them
or
even
to
conspire
again
with
Dobbs
to
murder
Colonel
Cathcart
,
for
the
alert
sounded
suddenly
at
dawn
the
next
day
and
the
men
were
rushed
into
the
trucks
before
a
decent
breakfast
could
be
prepared
,
and
they
were
driven
at
top
speed
to
the
briefing
room
and
then
out
to
the
airfield
,
where
the
clitterclattering
fuel
trucks
were
still
pumping
gasoline
into
the
tanks
of
the
planes
and
the
scampering
crews
of
armorers
were
toiling
as
swiftly
as
they
could
at
hoisting
the
thousand
-
pound
demolition
bombs
into
the
bomb
bays
.
Everybody
was
running
,
and
engines
were
turned
on
and
warmed
up
as
soon
as
the
fuel
trucks
had
finished
.
Intelligence
had
reported
that
a
disabled
Italian
cruiser
in
drydock
at
La
Spezia
would
be
towed
by
the
Germans
that
same
morning
to
a
channel
at
the
entrance
of
the
harbor
and
scuttled
there
to
deprive
the
Allied
armies
of
deep
-
water
port
facilities
when
they
captured
the
city
.
For
once
,
a
military
intelligence
report
proved
accurate
.
The
long
vessel
was
halfway
across
the
harbor
when
they
flew
in
from
the
west
,
and
broke
it
apart
with
direct
hits
from
every
flight
that
filled
them
all
with
waves
of
enormously
satisfying
group
pride
until
they
found
themselves
engulfed
in
great
barrages
of
flak
that
rose
from
guns
in
every
bend
of
the
huge
horseshoe
of
mountainous
land
below
Even
Havermeyer
resorted
to
the
wildest
evasive
action
he
could
command
when
he
saw
what
a
vast
distance
he
had
still
to
travel
to
escape
,
and
Dobbs
,
at
the
pilot
’
s
controls
in
his
formation
,
zigged
when
he
should
have
zagged
,
skidding
his
plane
into
the
plane
alongside
,
and
chewed
off
its
tail
.
His
wing
broke
off
at
the
base
,
and
his
plane
dropped
like
a
rock
and
was
almost
out
of
sight
in
an
instant
.
There
was
no
fire
,
no
smoke
,
not
the
slightest
untoward
noise
.
The
remaining
wing
revolved
as
ponderously
as
a
grinding
cement
mixer
as
the
plane
plummeted
nose
downward
in
a
straight
line
at
accelerating
speed
until
it
struck
the
water
,
which
foamed
open
at
the
impact
like
a
white
water
lily
on
the
dark
-
blue
sea
,
and
washed
back
in
a
geyser
of
apple
-
green
bubbles
when
the
plane
sank
.
It
was
over
in
a
matter
of
seconds
.
There
were
no
parachutes
.
And
Nately
,
in
the
other
plane
,
was
killed
too
.
