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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 180<br />
some difference to Headquarters,’ he answered in a conciliatory tone. ‘I suppose that’s<br />
why they ordered the mission.’<br />
‘Have the people in the village been warned?’ asked McWatt.<br />
Major Danby was dismayed that McWatt too was registering opposition. ‘No, I don’t<br />
think so.’<br />
‘Haven’t we dropped any leaflets telling them that this time we’ll be flying over to hit<br />
them?’ asked Yossarian. ‘Can’t we even tip them off so they’ll get out of the way?’<br />
‘No, I don’t think so.’ Major Danby was swearing some more and still shifting his eyes<br />
about uneasily. ‘The Germans might find out and choose another road. I’m not sure<br />
about any of this. I’m just making assumptions.’<br />
‘They won’t even take shelter,’ Dunbar argued bitterly. ‘They’ll pour out into the streets<br />
to wave when they see our planes coming, all the children and dogs and old people.<br />
Jesus Christ! Why can’t we leave them alone?’<br />
‘Why can’t we create the roadblock somewhere else?’ asked McWatt. ‘Why must it be<br />
there?’<br />
‘I don’t know,’ Major Danby answered unhappily. ‘I don’t know. Look, fellows, we’ve<br />
got to have some confidence in the people above us who issue our orders. They know<br />
what they’re doing.’<br />
‘The hell they do,’ said Dunbar.<br />
‘What’s the trouble?’ inquired Colonel Korn, moving leisurely across the briefing room<br />
with his hands in his pockets and his tan shirt baggy.<br />
‘Oh, no trouble, Colonel,’ said Major Danby, trying nervously to cover up. ‘We’re just<br />
discussing the mission.’<br />
‘They don’t want to bomb the village,’ Havermeyer snickered, giving Major Danby<br />
away.<br />
‘You prick!’ Yossarian said to Havermeyer.<br />
‘You leave Havermeyer alone,’ Colonel Korn ordered Yossarian curtly. He recognized<br />
Yossarian as the drunk who had accosted him roughly at the officers’ club one night<br />
before the first mission to Bologna, and he swung his displeasure prudently to Dunbar.<br />
‘Why don’t you want to bomb the village?’<br />
‘It’s cruel, that’s why.’<br />
‘Cruel?’ asked Colonel Korn with cold good humor, frightened only momentarily by the<br />
uninhibited vehemence of Dunbar’s hostility. ‘Would it be any less cruel to let those two<br />
German divisions down to fight with our troops? American lives are at stake, too, you<br />
know. Would you rather see American blood spilled?’<br />
‘American blood is being spilled. But those people are living up there in peace. Why<br />
can’t we leave them the hell alone?’<br />
‘Yes, it’s easy for you to talk,’ Colonel Korn jeered. ‘You’re safe here in Pianosa. It<br />
won’t make any difference to you when these German reinforcements arrive, will it?’<br />
Dunbar turned crimson with embarrassment and replied in a voice that was suddenly<br />
defensive. ‘Why can’t we create the roadblock somewhere else? Couldn’t we bomb the<br />
slope of a mountain or the road itself?’<br />
‘Would you rather go back to Bologna?’ The question, asked quietly, rang out like a<br />
shot and created a silence in the room that was awkward and menacing. Yossarian<br />
prayed intensely, with shame, that Dunbar would keep his mouth shut. Dunbar dropped<br />
his gaze, and Colonel Korn knew he had won. ‘No, I thought not,’ he continued with<br />
undisguised scorn. ‘You know, Colonel Cathcart and I have to go to a lot of trouble to<br />
get you a milk run like this. If you’d sooner fly missions to Bologna, Spezia and Ferrara,<br />
we can get those targets with no trouble at all.’ His eyes gleamed dangerously behind<br />
his rimless glasses, and his muddy jowls were square and hard. ‘Just let me know.’<br />
‘I would,’ responded Havermeyer eagerly with another boastful snicker. ‘I like to fly into<br />
Bologna straight and level with my head in the bombsight and listen to all that flak<br />
pumping away all around me. I get a big kick out of the way the men come charging<br />
over to me after the mission and call me dirty names. Even the enlisted men get sore<br />
enough to curse me and want to take socks at me.’ Colonel Korn chucked Havermeyer