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He
was
rocking
the
boat
,
Milo
said
,
and
Yossarian
nodded
once
more
.
He
was
not
a
good
member
of
the
team
,
Milo
said
.
Yossarian
nodded
and
listened
to
Milo
tell
him
that
the
decent
thing
to
do
if
he
did
not
like
the
way
Colonel
Cathcart
and
Colonel
Korn
were
running
the
group
was
go
to
Russia
,
instead
of
stirring
up
trouble
.
Colonel
Cathcart
and
Colonel
Korn
had
both
been
very
good
to
Yossarian
,
Milo
said
;
hadn
’
t
they
given
him
a
medal
after
the
last
mission
to
Ferrara
and
promoted
him
to
captain
?
Yossarian
nodded
.
Didn
’
t
they
feed
him
and
give
him
his
pay
every
month
?
Yossarian
nodded
again
.
Milo
was
sure
they
would
be
charitable
if
he
went
to
them
to
apologize
and
recant
and
promise
to
fly
eighty
missions
.
Yossarian
said
he
would
think
it
over
,
and
held
his
breath
and
prayed
for
a
safe
landing
as
Milo
dropped
his
wheels
and
glided
in
toward
the
runway
.
It
was
funny
how
he
had
really
come
to
detest
flying
.
Rome
was
in
ruins
,
he
saw
,
when
the
plane
was
down
.
The
airdrome
had
been
bombed
eight
months
before
,
and
knobby
slabs
of
white
stone
rubble
had
been
bulldozed
into
flat
-
topped
heaps
on
both
sides
of
the
entrance
through
the
wire
fence
surrounding
the
field
.
The
Colosseum
was
a
dilapidated
shell
,
and
the
Arch
of
Constantine
had
fallen
.
Nately
’
s
whore
’
s
apartment
was
a
shambles
.
The
girls
were
gone
,
and
the
only
one
there
was
the
old
woman
.
The
windows
in
the
apartment
had
been
smashed
.
She
was
bundled
up
in
sweaters
and
skirts
and
wore
a
dark
shawl
about
her
head
.
She
sat
on
a
wooden
chair
near
an
electric
hot
plate
,
her
arms
folded
,
boiling
water
in
a
battered
aluminum
pot
.
She
was
talking
aloud
to
herself
when
Yossarian
entered
and
began
moaning
as
soon
as
she
saw
him
.
"
Gone
,
"
she
moaned
before
he
could
even
inquire
.
Holding
her
elbows
,
she
rocked
back
and
forth
mournfully
on
her
creaking
chair
.
"
Gone
.
"
"
Who
?
"
"
All
.
All
the
poor
young
girls
.
"
"
Where
?
"
"
Away
.
Chased
away
into
the
street
.
All
of
them
gone
.
All
the
poor
young
girls
.
"
"
Chased
away
by
who
?
Who
did
it
?
"
