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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 187<br />
Yossarian drove both stumbling, faltering women before him frantically, shoving them<br />
and prodding them to make them hurry, and raced back with a curse to help when<br />
Hungry Joe tripped on the blanket or the camera case he was carrying and fell forward<br />
on his face in the mud of the stream.<br />
Back at the squadron everyone already knew. Men in uniform were screaming and<br />
running there too, or standing motionless in one spot, rooted in awe, like Sergeant<br />
Knight and Doc Daneeka as they gravely craned their heads upward and watched the<br />
guilty, banking, forlorn airplane with McWatt circle and circle slowly and climb.<br />
‘Who is it?’ Yossarian shouted anxiously at Doc Daneeka as he ran up, breathless and<br />
limp, his somber eyes burning with a misty, hectic anguish. ‘Who’s in the plane?’<br />
‘McWatt,’ said Sergeant Knight. ‘He’s got the two new pilots with him on a training<br />
flight. Doc Daneeka’s up there, too.’<br />
‘I’m right here,’ contended Doc Daneeka, in a strange and troubled voice, darting an<br />
anxious look at Sergeant Knight.<br />
‘Why doesn’t he come down?’ Yossarian exclaimed in despair. ‘Why does he keep<br />
going up?’<br />
‘He’s probably afraid to come down,’ Sergeant Knight answered, without moving his<br />
solemn gaze from McWatt’s solitary climbing airplane. ‘He knows what kind of trouble<br />
he’s in.’ And McWatt kept climbing higher and higher, nosing his droning airplane<br />
upward evenly in a slow, oval spiral that carried him far out over the water as he headed<br />
south and far in over the russet foothills when he had circled the landing field again and<br />
was flying north. He was soon up over five thousand feet. His engines were soft as<br />
whispers. A white parachute popped open suddenly in a surprising puff. A second<br />
parachute popped open a few minutes later and coasted down, like the first, directly in<br />
toward the clearing of the landing strip. There was no motion on the ground. The plane<br />
continued south for thirty seconds more, following the same pattern, familiar and<br />
predictable now, and McWatt lifted a wing and banked gracefully around into his turn.<br />
‘Two more to go,’ said Sergeant Knight. ‘McWatt and Doc Daneeka.’<br />
‘I’m right here, Sergeant Knight,’ Doc Daneeka told him plaintively. ‘I’m not in the<br />
plane.’<br />
‘Why don’t they jump?’ Sergeant Knight asked, pleading aloud to himself. ‘Why don’t<br />
they jump?’<br />
‘It doesn’t make sense,’ grieved Doc Daneeka, biting his lip. ‘It just doesn’t make<br />
sense.’ But Yossarian understood suddenly why McWatt wouldn’t jump, and went<br />
running uncontrollably down the whole length of the squadron after McWatt’s plane,<br />
waving his arms and shouting up at him imploringly to come down, McWatt, come down;<br />
but no one seemed to hear, certainly not McWatt, and a great, choking moan tore from<br />
Yossarian’s throat as McWatt turned again, dipped his wings once in salute, decided oh,<br />
well, what the hell, and flew into a mountain.<br />
Colonel Cathcart was so upset by the deaths of Kid Sampson and McWatt that he<br />
raised the missions to sixty-five.<br />
Mrs. Daneeka<br />
When Colonel Cathcart learned that Doc Daneeka too had been killed in McWatt’s<br />
plane, he increased the number of missions to seventy.<br />
The first person in the squadron to find out that Doc Daneeka was dead was Sergeant<br />
Towser, who had been informed earlier by the man in the control tower that Doc<br />
Daneeka’s name was down as a passenger on the pilot’s manifest McWatt had filed<br />
before taking off. Sergeant Towser brushed away a tear and struck Doc Daneeka’s<br />
name from the roster of squadron personnel. With lips still quivering, he rose and<br />
trudged outside reluctantly to break the bad news to Gus and Wes, discreetly avoiding<br />
any conversation with Doc Daneeka himself as he moved by the flight surgeon’s slight<br />
sepulchral figure roosting despondently on his stool in the late-afternoon sunlight<br />
between the orderly room and the medical tent. Sergeant Towser’s heart was heavy;