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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 213<br />
gingerly, expecting at any instant to be ordered back by a peremptory voice or halted in<br />
his tracks by a heavy blow on the shoulder or the head. They did nothing to stop him.<br />
He found his way through the stale, dark, dank corridors to the flight of stairs. He was<br />
staggering and panting when he climbed out into the fresh air. As soon as he had<br />
escaped, a feeling of overwhelining moral outrage filled him. He was furious, more<br />
furious at the atrocities of the day than he had ever felt before in his whole life. He swept<br />
through the spacious, echoing lobby of the building in a temper of scalding and<br />
vindictive resentment. He was not going to stand for it any more, he told himself, he was<br />
simply not going to stand for it. When he reached the entrance, he spied, with a feeling<br />
of good fortune, Colonel Korn trotting up the wide steps alone. Bracing himself with a<br />
deep breath, the chaplain moved courageously forward to intercept him.<br />
‘Colonel, I’m not going to stand for it any more,’ he declared with vehement<br />
determination, and watched in dismay as Colonel Korn went trotting by up the steps<br />
without even noticing him. ‘Colonel Korn!’ The tubby, loose figure of his superior officer<br />
stopped, turned and came trotting back down slowly. ‘What is it, Chaplain?’<br />
‘Colonel Korn, I want to talk to you about the crash this morning. It was a terrible thing<br />
to happen, terrible!’ Colonel Korn was silent a moment, regarding the chaplain with a<br />
glint of cynical amusement. ‘Yes, Chaplain, it certainly was terrible,’ he said finally. ‘I<br />
don’t know how we’re going to write this one up without making ourselves look bad.’<br />
‘That isn’t what I meant,’ the chaplain scolded firmly without any fear at all. ‘Some of<br />
those twelve men had already finished their seventy missions.’ Colonel Korn laughed.<br />
‘Would it be any less terrible if they had all been new men?’ he inquired caustically.<br />
Once again the chaplain was stumped. Immoral logic seemed to be confounding him<br />
at every turn. He was less sure of himself than before when he continued, and his voice<br />
wavered. ‘Sir, it just isn’t right to make the men in this group fly eighty missions when<br />
the men in other groups are being sent home with fifty and fifty-five.’<br />
‘We’ll take the matter under consideration,’ Colonel Korn said with bored disinterest,<br />
and started away. ‘Adios, Padre.’<br />
‘What does that mean, sir?’ the chaplain persisted in a voice turning shrill.<br />
Colonel Korn stopped with an unpleasant expression and took a step back down. ‘It<br />
means we’ll think about it, Padre,’ he answered with sarcasm and contempt. ‘You<br />
wouldn’t want us to do anything without thinking about it, would you?’<br />
‘No, sir, I suppose not. But you have been thinking about it, haven’t you?’<br />
‘Yes, Padre, we have been thinking about it. But to make you happy, we’ll think about<br />
it some more, and you’ll be the first person we’ll tell if we reach a new decision. And<br />
now, adios.’ Colonel Korn whirled away again and hurried up the stairs.<br />
‘Colonel Korn!’ The chaplain’s cry made Colonel Korn stop once more. His head<br />
swung slowly around toward the chaplain with a look of morose impatience. Words<br />
gushed from the chaplain in a nervous torrent. ‘Sir, I would like your permission to take<br />
the matter to General Dreedle. I want to bring my protests to Wing Headquarters.’<br />
Colonel Korn’s thick, dark jowls inflated unexpectedly with a suppressed guffaw, and it<br />
took him a moment to reply. ‘That’s all right, Padre,’ he answered with mischievous<br />
merriment, trying hard to keep a straight face. ‘You have my permission to speak to<br />
General Dreedle.’<br />
‘Thank you, sir. I believe it only fair to warn you that I think I have some influence with<br />
General Dreedle.’<br />
‘It’s good of you to warn me, Padre. And I believe it only fair to warn you that you won’t<br />
find General Dreedle at Wing.’ Colonel Korn grinned wickedly and then broke into<br />
triumphant laughter. ‘General Dreedle is out, Padre. And General Peckem is in. We<br />
have a new wing commander.’ The chaplain was stunned. ‘General Peckem!’<br />
‘That’s right, Chaplain. Have you got any influence with him?’<br />
‘Why, I don’t even know General Peckem,’ the chaplain protested wretchedly.<br />
Colonel Korn laughed again. ‘That’s too bad, Chaplain, because Colonel Cathcart<br />
knows him very well.’ Colonel Korn chuckled steadily with gloating relish for another<br />
second or two and then stopped abruptly. ‘And by the way, Padre,’ he warned coldly,