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"
The
fifty
-
five
,
"
Doc
Daneeka
corrected
him
.
"
What
fifty
-
five
?
"
"
The
fifty
-
five
missions
the
colonel
now
wants
all
of
you
to
fly
.
"
Hungry
Joe
heaved
a
huge
sigh
of
relief
when
he
heard
Doc
Daneeka
and
broke
into
a
grin
.
Yossarian
grabbed
Hungry
Joe
by
the
neck
and
made
him
fly
them
both
right
back
to
ex
-
P
.
F
.
C
.
Wintergreen
.
"
What
would
they
do
to
me
,
"
he
asked
in
confidential
tones
,
"
if
I
refused
to
fly
them
?
"
"
We
’
d
probably
shoot
you
,
"
ex
-
P
.
F
.
C
.
Wintergreen
replied
.
"
We
?
"
Yossarian
cried
in
surprise
.
"
What
do
you
mean
,
we
?
Since
when
are
you
on
their
side
?
"
"
If
you
’
re
going
to
be
shot
,
whose
side
do
you
expect
me
to
be
on
?
"
ex
-
P
.
F
.
C
.
Wintergreen
retorted
.
Yossarian
winced
.
Colonel
Cathcart
had
raised
him
again
.
Ordinarily
,
Yossarian
’
s
pilot
was
McWatt
,
who
,
shaving
in
loud
red
,
clean
pajamas
outside
his
tent
each
morning
,
was
one
of
the
odd
,
ironic
,
incomprehensible
things
surrounding
Yossarian
.
McWatt
was
the
craziest
combat
man
of
them
all
probably
,
because
he
was
perfectly
sane
and
still
did
not
mind
the
war
.
He
was
a
short
-
legged
,
wide
-
shouldered
,
smiling
young
soul
who
whistled
bouncy
show
tunes
continuously
and
turned
over
cards
with
sharp
snaps
when
he
dealt
at
blackjack
or
poker
until
Hungry
Joe
disintegrated
into
quaking
despair
finally
beneath
their
cumulative
impact
and
began
ranting
at
him
to
stop
snapping
the
cards
.
