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"
Of
the
256th
Squadron
?
"
"
Of
the
fighting
256th
Squadron
,
"
Yossarian
replied
.
"
I
didn
’
t
know
there
were
any
other
Captain
Yossarians
.
As
far
as
I
know
,
I
’
m
the
only
Captain
Yossarian
I
know
,
but
that
’
s
only
as
far
as
I
know
.
"
"
I
see
,
"
the
chaplain
said
unhappily
.
"
That
’
s
two
to
the
fighting
eighth
power
,
"
Yossarian
pointed
out
,
"
if
you
’
re
thinking
of
writing
a
symbolic
poem
about
our
squadron
.
"
"
No
,
"
mumbled
the
chaplain
.
"
I
’
m
not
thinking
of
writing
a
symbolic
poem
about
your
squadron
.
"
Yossarian
straightened
sharply
when
he
spied
the
tiny
silver
cross
on
the
other
side
of
the
chaplain
’
s
collar
.
He
was
thoroughly
astonished
,
for
he
had
never
really
talked
with
a
chaplain
before
.
"
You
’
re
a
chaplain
,
"
he
exclaimed
ecstatically
.
"
I
didn
’
t
know
you
were
a
chaplain
.
"
"
Why
,
yes
,
"
the
chaplain
answered
.
"
Didn
’
t
you
know
I
was
a
chaplain
?
"
"
Why
,
no
.
I
didn
’
t
know
you
were
a
chaplain
.
"
Yossarian
stared
at
him
with
a
big
,
fascinated
grin
.
"
I
’
ve
never
really
seen
a
chaplain
before
.
"
The
chaplain
flushed
again
and
gazed
down
at
his
hands
.
He
was
a
slight
man
of
about
thirty
-
two
with
tan
hair
and
brown
diffident
eyes
.
His
face
was
narrow
and
rather
pale
.
An
innocent
nest
of
ancient
pimple
pricks
lay
in
the
basin
of
each
cheek
.
Yossarian
wanted
to
help
him
.
