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Even
though
Chief
White
Halfoat
kept
busting
Colonel
Moodus
in
the
nose
for
General
Dreedle
’
s
benefit
,
he
was
still
outside
the
pale
.
Also
outside
the
pale
was
Major
Major
,
the
squadron
commander
,
who
had
found
that
out
the
same
time
he
found
out
that
he
was
squadron
commander
from
Colonel
Cathcart
,
who
came
blasting
into
the
squadron
in
his
hopped
-
up
jeep
the
day
after
Major
Duluth
was
killed
over
Perugia
.
Colonel
Cathcart
slammed
to
a
screeching
stop
inches
short
of
the
railroad
ditch
separating
the
nose
of
his
jeep
from
the
lopsided
basketball
court
on
the
other
side
,
from
which
Major
Major
was
eventually
driven
by
the
kicks
and
shoves
and
stones
and
punches
of
the
men
who
had
almost
become
his
friends
.
"
You
’
re
the
new
squadron
commander
,
"
Colonel
Cathcart
had
bellowed
across
the
ditch
at
him
.
"
But
don
’
t
think
it
means
anything
,
because
it
doesn
’
t
.
All
it
means
is
that
you
’
re
the
new
squadron
commander
.
"
And
Colonel
Cathcart
had
roared
away
as
abruptly
as
he
’
d
come
,
whipping
the
jeep
around
with
a
vicious
spinning
of
wheels
that
sent
a
spray
of
fine
grit
blowing
into
Major
Major
’
s
face
.
Major
Major
was
immobilized
by
the
news
.
He
stood
speechless
,
lanky
and
gawking
,
with
a
scuffed
basketball
in
his
long
hands
as
the
seeds
of
rancor
sown
so
swiftly
by
Colonel
Cathcart
took
root
in
the
soldiers
around
him
who
had
been
playing
basketball
with
him
and
who
had
let
him
come
as
close
to
making
friends
with
them
as
anyone
had
ever
let
him
come
before
.
The
whites
of
his
moony
eyes
grew
large
and
misty
as
his
mouth
struggled
yearningly
and
lost
against
the
familiar
,
impregnable
loneliness
drifting
in
around
him
again
like
suffocating
fog
.
Like
all
the
other
officers
at
Group
Headquarters
except
Major
Danby
,
Colonel
Cathcart
was
infused
with
the
democratic
spirit
:
he
believed
that
all
men
were
created
equal
,
and
he
therefore
spurned
all
men
outside
Group
Headquarters
with
equal
fervor
.
Nevertheless
,
he
believed
in
his
men
.
As
he
told
them
frequently
in
the
briefing
room
,
he
believed
they
were
at
least
ten
missions
better
than
any
other
outfit
and
felt
that
any
who
did
not
share
this
confidence
he
had
placed
in
them
could
get
the
hell
out
.
The
only
way
they
could
get
the
hell
out
,
though
,
as
Yossarian
learned
when
he
flew
to
visit
ex
-
P
.
F
.
C
.
Wintergreen
,
was
by
flying
the
extra
ten
missions
.
"
I
still
don
’
t
get
it
,
"
Yossarian
protested
.
"
Is
Doc
Daneeka
right
or
isn
’
t
he
?
"
"
How
many
did
he
say
?
"
"
Forty
.
"
"
Daneeka
was
telling
the
truth
,
"
ex
-
P
.
F
.
C
.
Wintergreen
admitted
.
"
Forty
missions
is
all
you
have
to
fly
as
far
as
Twenty
-
seventh
Air
Force
Headquarters
is
concerned
.
"
