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"
Why
in
the
world
should
they
do
something
like
that
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
But
if
they
do
,
just
remember
that
I
asked
you
first
,
will
you
?
And
let
me
know
how
you
’
re
doing
.
I
’
ll
wait
for
you
here
in
these
bushes
every
night
.
Maybe
if
they
don
’
t
do
anything
bad
to
you
,
I
won
’
t
fly
any
more
missions
either
.
Okay
?
"
All
the
next
evening
,
people
kept
popping
up
at
him
out
of
the
darkness
to
ask
him
how
he
was
doing
,
appealing
to
him
for
confidential
information
with
weary
,
troubled
faces
on
the
basis
of
some
morbid
and
clandestine
kinship
he
had
not
guessed
existed
.
People
in
the
squadron
he
barely
knew
popped
into
sight
out
of
nowhere
as
he
passed
and
asked
him
how
he
was
doing
.
Even
men
from
other
squadrons
came
one
by
one
to
conceal
themselves
in
the
darkness
and
pop
out
.
Everywhere
he
stepped
after
sundown
someone
was
lying
in
wait
to
pop
out
and
ask
him
how
he
was
doing
.
People
popped
out
at
him
from
trees
and
bushes
,
from
ditches
and
tall
weeds
,
from
around
the
corners
of
tents
and
from
behind
the
fenders
of
parked
cars
.
Even
one
of
his
roommates
popped
out
to
ask
him
how
he
was
doing
and
pleaded
with
him
not
to
tell
any
of
his
other
roommates
he
had
popped
out
.
Yossarian
drew
near
each
beckoning
,
overly
cautious
silhouette
with
his
hand
on
his
gun
,
never
knowing
which
hissing
shadow
would
finally
turn
dishonestly
into
Nately
’
s
whore
or
,
worse
,
into
some
duly
constituted
governmental
authority
sent
to
club
him
ruthlessly
into
insensibility
.
It
began
to
look
as
if
they
would
have
to
do
something
like
that
.
They
did
not
want
to
court
-
martial
him
for
desertion
in
the
face
of
the
enemy
because
a
hundred
and
thirty
-
five
miles
away
from
the
enemy
could
hardly
be
called
the
face
of
the
enemy
,
and
because
Yossarian
was
the
one
who
had
finally
knocked
down
the
bridge
at
Ferrara
by
going
around
twice
over
the
target
and
killing
Kraft
—
he
was
always
almost
forgetting
Kraft
when
he
counted
the
dead
men
he
knew
.
But
they
had
to
do
something
to
him
,
and
everyone
waited
grimly
to
see
what
horrible
thing
it
would
be
.
During
the
day
,
they
avoided
him
,
even
Aarfy
,
and
Yossarian
understood
that
they
were
different
people
together
in
daylight
than
they
were
alone
in
the
dark
.
He
did
not
care
about
them
at
all
as
he
walked
about
backward
with
his
hand
on
his
gun
and
awaited
the
latest
blandishments
,
threats
and
inducements
from
Group
each
time
Captains
Piltchard
and
Wren
drove
back
from
another
urgent
conference
with
Colonel
Cathcart
and
Colonel
Korn
.
Hungry
Joe
was
hardly
around
,
and
the
only
other
person
who
ever
spoke
to
him
was
Captain
Black
,
who
called
him
"
Old
Blood
and
Guts
"
in
a
merry
,
taunting
voice
each
time
he
hailed
him
and
who
came
back
from
Rome
toward
the
end
of
the
week
to
tell
him
Nately
’
s
whore
was
gone
.
Yossarian
turned
sorry
with
a
stab
of
yearning
and
remorse
.
He
missed
her
.
"
Gone
?
"
he
echoed
in
a
hollow
tone
.
"
Yeah
,
gone
.
"
Captain
Black
laughed
,
his
bleary
eyes
narrow
with
fatigue
and
his
peaked
,
sharp
face
sprouting
as
usual
with
a
sparse
reddish
-
blond
stubble
.
He
rubbed
the
bags
under
his
eyes
with
both
fists
.
"
I
thought
I
might
as
well
give
the
stupid
broad
another
boff
just
for
old
times
"
sake
as
long
as
I
was
in
Rome
anyway
.
You
know
,
just
to
keep
that
kid
Nately
’
s
body
spinning
in
his
grave
,
ha
,
ha
!
Remember
the
way
I
used
to
needle
him
?
But
the
place
was
empty
.
"
"
Was
there
any
word
from
her
?
"
prodded
Yossarian
,
who
had
been
brooding
incessantly
about
the
girl
,
wondering
how
much
she
was
suffering
,
and
feeling
almost
lonely
and
deserted
without
her
ferocious
and
unappeasable
attacks
.
"
There
’
s
no
one
there
,
"
Captain
Black
exclaimed
cheerfully
,
trying
to
make
Yossarian
understand
.
"
Don
’
t
you
understand
?
They
’
re
all
gone
.
The
whole
place
is
busted
.
"
"
Gone
?
"
