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"
In
somebody
else
’
s
.
"
"
Whose
?
"
"
That
’
s
just
what
we
’
re
going
to
find
out
,
"
threatened
the
colonel
.
"
Talk
,
Chaplain
.
"
The
chaplain
looked
from
one
to
the
other
of
the
two
men
with
rising
doubt
and
hysteria
.
"
That
handwriting
is
mine
,
"
he
maintained
passionately
.
"
Where
else
is
my
handwriting
,
if
that
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Right
here
,
"
answered
the
colonel
.
And
looking
very
superior
,
he
tossed
down
on
the
table
a
photostatic
copy
of
a
piece
of
V
mail
in
which
everything
but
the
salutation
"
Dear
Mary
"
had
been
blocked
out
and
on
which
the
censoring
officer
had
written
,
"
I
long
for
you
tragically
.
R
.
O
.
Shipman
,
Chaplain
,
U
.
S
.
Army
.
"
The
colonel
smiled
scornfully
as
he
watched
the
chaplain
’
s
face
turn
crimson
.
"
Well
,
Chaplain
?
Do
you
know
who
wrote
that
?
"
The
chaplain
took
a
long
moment
to
reply
;
he
had
recognized
Yossarian
’
s
handwriting
.
"
No
.
"
"
You
can
read
,
though
,
can
’
t
you
?
"
the
colonel
persevered
sarcastically
.
"
The
author
signed
his
name
.
"
"
That
’
s
my
name
there
.
"
"
Then
you
wrote
it
.
Q
.
E
.
D
.
"
"
But
I
didn
’
t
write
it
.
That
isn
’
t
my
handwriting
,
either
.
"
