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There
was
no
established
procedure
for
evasive
action
.
All
you
needed
was
fear
,
and
Yossarian
had
plenty
of
that
,
more
fear
than
Orr
or
Hungry
Joe
,
more
fear
even
than
Dunbar
,
who
had
resigned
himself
submissively
to
the
idea
that
he
must
die
someday
.
Yossarian
had
not
resigned
himself
to
that
idea
,
and
he
bolted
for
his
life
wildly
on
each
mission
the
instant
his
bombs
were
away
,
hollering
,
"
Hard
,
hard
,
hard
,
hard
,
you
bastard
,
hard
!
"
at
McWatt
and
hating
McWatt
viciously
all
the
time
as
though
McWatt
were
to
blame
for
their
being
up
there
at
all
to
be
rubbed
out
by
strangers
,
and
everybody
else
in
the
plane
kept
off
the
intercom
,
except
for
the
pitiful
time
of
the
mess
on
the
mission
to
Avignon
when
Dobbs
went
crazy
in
mid
-
air
and
began
weeping
pathetically
for
help
.
"
Help
him
,
help
him
,
"
Dobbs
sobbed
.
"
Help
him
,
help
him
.
"
"
Help
who
?
Help
who
?
"
called
back
Yossarian
,
once
he
had
plugged
his
headset
back
into
the
intercom
system
,
after
it
had
been
jerked
out
when
Dobbs
wrested
the
controls
away
from
Huple
and
hurled
them
all
down
suddenly
into
the
deafening
,
paralyzing
,
horrifying
dive
which
had
plastered
Yossarian
helplessly
to
the
ceiling
of
the
plane
by
the
top
of
his
head
and
from
which
Huple
had
rescued
them
just
in
time
by
seizing
the
controls
back
from
Dobbs
and
leveling
the
ship
out
almost
as
suddenly
right
back
in
the
middle
of
the
buffeting
layer
of
cacophonous
flak
from
which
they
had
escaped
successfully
only
a
moment
before
.
Oh
,
God
!
Oh
,
God
,
oh
,
God
,
Yossarian
had
been
pleading
wordlessly
as
he
dangled
from
the
ceiling
of
the
nose
of
the
ship
by
the
top
of
his
head
,
unable
to
move
.
"
The
bombardier
,
the
bombardier
,
"
Dobbs
answered
in
a
cry
when
Yossarian
spoke
.
"
He
doesn
’
t
answer
,
he
doesn
’
t
answer
.
Help
the
bombardier
,
help
the
bombardier
"
"
I
’
m
the
bombardier
,
"
Yossarian
cried
back
at
him
.
"
I
’
m
the
bombardier
.
I
’
m
all
right
.
I
’
m
all
right
.
"
"
Then
help
him
,
help
him
,
"
Dobbs
begged
.
"
Help
him
,
help
him
.
"
And
Snowden
lay
dying
in
back
.
Hungry
Joe
did
have
fifty
missions
,
but
they
were
no
help
.
He
had
his
bags
packed
and
was
waiting
again
to
go
home
.
At
night
he
had
eerie
,
ear
-
splitting
nightmares
that
kept
everyone
in
the
squadron
awake
but
Huple
,
the
fifteenyear
-
old
pilot
who
had
lied
about
his
age
to
get
into
the
Army
and
lived
with
his
pet
cat
in
the
same
tent
with
Hungry
Joe
.
Huple
was
a
light
sleeper
,
but
claimed
he
never
heard
Hungry
Joe
scream
.
Hungry
Joe
was
sick
.
"
So
what
?
"
Doc
Daneeka
snarled
resentfully
.
"
I
had
it
made
,
I
tell
you
.
Fifty
grand
a
year
I
was
knocking
down
,
and
almost
all
of
it
tax
-
free
,
since
I
made
my
customers
pay
me
in
cash
.
I
had
the
strongest
trade
association
in
the
world
backing
me
up
.
And
look
what
happened
.
Just
when
I
was
all
set
to
really
start
stashing
it
away
,
they
had
to
manufacture
fascism
and
start
a
war
horrible
enough
to
affect
even
me
.
I
gotta
laugh
when
I
hear
someone
like
Hungry
Joe
screaming
his
brains
out
every
night
.
I
really
gotta
laugh
.
He
’
s
sick
?
How
does
he
think
I
feel
?
"
