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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 58<br />
bombed the squadron with every plane he had accumulated in his M & M syndicate, and<br />
the airfield, bomb dump and repair hangars as well, and all the survivors were outside<br />
hacking cavernous shelters into the solid ground and roofing them over with sheets of<br />
armor plate stolen from the repair sheds at the field and with tattered squares of<br />
waterproof canvas stolen from the side flaps of each other’s tents. Chief White Halfoat<br />
was transferred out of Colorado at the first rumor of oil and came to rest finally in<br />
Pianosa as a replacement for Lieutenant Coombs, who had gone out on a mission as a<br />
guest one day just to see what combat was like and had died over Ferrara in the plane<br />
with Kraft. Yossarian felt guilty each time he remembered Kraft, guilty because Kraft had<br />
been killed on Yossarian’s second bomb run, and guilty because Kraft had got mixed up<br />
innocently also in the Splendid Atabrine Insurrection that had begun in Puerto Rico on<br />
the first leg of their flight overseas and ended in Pianosa ten days later with Appleby<br />
striding dutifully into the orderly room the moment he arrived to report Yossarian for<br />
refusing to take his Atabrine tablets. The sergeant there invited him to be seated.<br />
‘Thank you, Sergeant, I think I will,’ said Appleby. ‘About how long will I have to wait?<br />
I’ve still got a lot to get done today so that I can be fully prepared bright and early<br />
tomorrow morning to go into combat the minute they want me to.’<br />
‘Sir?’<br />
‘What’s that, Sergeant?’<br />
‘What was your question?’<br />
‘About how long will I have to wait before I can go in to see the major?’<br />
‘Just until he goes out to lunch,’ Sergeant Towser replied. ‘Then you can go right in.’<br />
‘But he won’t be there then. Will he?’<br />
‘No, sir. Major Major won’t be back in his office until after lunch.’<br />
‘I see,’ Appleby decided uncertainly. ‘I think I’d better come back after lunch, then.’<br />
Appleby turned from the orderly room in secret confusion. The moment he stepped<br />
outside, he thought he saw a tall, dark officer who looked a little like Henry Fonda come<br />
jumping out of the window of the orderly-room tent and go scooting out of sight around<br />
the corner. Appleby halted and squeezed his eyes closed. An anxious doubt assailed<br />
him. He wondered if he were suffering from malaria, or, worse, from an overdose of<br />
Atabrine tablets. Appleby had been taking four times as many Atabrine tablets as the<br />
amount prescribed because he wanted to be four times as good a pilot as everyone<br />
else. His eyes were still shut when Sergeant Towser tapped him lightly on the shoulder<br />
and told him he could go in now if he wanted to, since Major Major had just gone out.<br />
Appleby’s confidence returned.<br />
‘Thank you, Sergeant. Will he be back soon?’<br />
‘He’ll be back right after lunch. Then you’ll have to go right out and wait for him in front<br />
till he leaves for dinner. Major Major never sees anyone in his office while he’s in his<br />
office.’<br />
‘Sergeant, what did you just say?’<br />
‘I said that Major Major never sees anyone in his office while he’s in his office.’<br />
Appleby stared at Sergeant Towser intently and attempted a firm tone. ‘Sergeant, are<br />
you trying to make a fool out of me just because I’m new in the squadron and you’ve<br />
been overseas a long time?’<br />
‘Oh, no, sir,’ answered the sergeant deferentially. ‘Those are my orders. You can ask<br />
Major Major when you see him.’<br />
‘That’s just what I intend to do, Sergeant. When can I see him?’<br />
‘Never.’ Crimson with humiliation, Appleby wrote down his report about Yossarian and<br />
the Atabrine tablets on a pad the sergeant offered him and left quickly, wondering if<br />
perhaps Yossarian were not the only man privileged to wear an officer’s uniform who<br />
was crazy.<br />
<strong>By</strong> the time Colonel Cathcart had raised the number of missions to fifty-five, Sergeant<br />
Towser had begun to suspect that perhaps every man who wore a uniform was crazy.<br />
Sergeant Towser was lean and angular and had fine blond hair so light it was almost<br />
without color, sunken cheeks, and teeth like large white marshmallows. He ran the