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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 51<br />
secret documents lying around here if I were you. At least not until I make my report.’<br />
‘I don’t get any top-secret documents,’ said Major Major.<br />
‘That’s the kind I mean. Lock them in your cabinet where Sergeant Towser can’t get<br />
his hands on them.’<br />
‘Sergeant Towser has the only key to the cabinet.’<br />
‘I’m afraid we’re wasting time,’ said the second C.I.D. man rather stiffly. He was a<br />
brisk, pudgy, high-strung person whose movements were swift and certain. He took a<br />
number of photostats out of a large red expansion envelope he had been hiding<br />
conspicuously beneath a leather flight jacket painted garishly with pictures of airplanes<br />
flying through orange bursts of flak and with orderly rows of little bombs signifying fiftyfive<br />
combat missions flown. ‘Have you ever seen any of these?’ Major Major looked with<br />
a blank expression at copies of personal correspondence from the hospital on which the<br />
censoring officer had written ‘Washington Irving’ or ‘Irving Washington.’<br />
‘No.’<br />
‘How about these?’ Major Major gazed next at copies of official documents addressed<br />
to him to which he had been signing the same signatures.<br />
‘No.’<br />
‘Is the man who signed these names in your squadron?’<br />
‘Which one? There are two names here.’<br />
‘Either one. We figure that Washington Irving and Irving Washington are one man and<br />
that he’s using two names just to throw us off the track. That’s done very often you<br />
know.’<br />
‘I don’t think there’s a man with either of those names in my squadron.’ A look of<br />
disappointment crossed the second C.I.D. man’s face. ‘He’s a lot cleverer than we<br />
thought,’ he observed. ‘He’s using a third name and posing as someone else. And I<br />
think… yes, I think I know what that third name is.’ With excitement and inspiration, he<br />
held another photostat out for Major Major to study. ‘How about this?’ Major Major bent<br />
forward slightly and saw a copy of the piece of V mail from which Yossarian had blacked<br />
out everything but the name Mary and on which he had written, ‘I yearn for you<br />
tragically. R. O. Shipman, Chaplain, U.S. Army.’ Major Major shook his head.<br />
‘I’ve never seen it before.’<br />
‘Do you know who R. O. Shipman is?’<br />
‘He’s the group chaplain.’<br />
‘That locks it up,’ said the second C.I.D. man. ‘Washington Irving is the group<br />
chaplain.’ Major Major felt a twinge of alarm. ‘R. O. Shipman is the group chaplain,’ he<br />
corrected.<br />
‘Are you sure?’<br />
‘Yes.’<br />
‘Why should the group chaplain write this on a letter?’<br />
‘Perhaps somebody else wrote it and forged his name.’<br />
‘Why should somebody want to forge the group chaplain’s name?’<br />
‘To escape detection.’<br />
‘You may be right,’ the second C.I.D. man decided after an instant’s hesitation, and<br />
smacked his lips crisply. ‘Maybe we’re confronted with a gang, with two men working<br />
together who just happen to have opposite names. Yes, I’m sure that’s it. One of them<br />
here in the squadron, one of them up at the hospital and one of them with the chaplain.<br />
That makes three men, doesn’t it? Are you absolutely sure you never saw any of these<br />
official documents before?’<br />
‘I would have signed them if I had.’<br />
‘With whose name?’ asked the second C.I.D. man cunningly. ‘Yours or Washington<br />
Irving’s?’<br />
‘With my own name,’ Major Major told him. ‘I don’t even know Washington Irving’s<br />
name.’ The second C.I.D. man broke into a smile.<br />
‘Major, I’m glad you’re in the clear. It means we’ll be able to work together, and I’m<br />
going to need every man I can get. Somewhere in the European theater of operations is