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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 64<br />
the silent tent like claps of distant thunder.<br />
Corporal Snark turned pale and began to tremble. He glanced toward Milo<br />
pleadingly for guidance. For several terrible seconds there was not a sound. Then Milo<br />
nodded.<br />
‘Give him eat,’ he said.<br />
Corporal Snark began giving Major—de Coverley eat. Major—de Coverley turned from<br />
the counter with his tray full and came to a stop. His eyes fell on the groups of other<br />
officers gazing at him in mute appeal, and, with righteous belligerence, he roared: ‘Give<br />
everybody eat!’<br />
‘Give everybody eat!’ Milo echoed with joyful relief, and the Glorious Loyalty Oath<br />
Crusade came to an end.<br />
Captain Black was deeply disillusioned by this treacherous stab in the back from<br />
someone in high place upon whom he had relied so confidently for support. Major – de<br />
Coverley had let him down.<br />
‘Oh, it doesn’t bother me a bit,’ he responded cheerfully to everyone who came to him<br />
with sympathy. ‘We completed our task. Our purpose was to make everyone we don’t<br />
like afraid and to alert people to the danger of Major Major, and we certainly succeeded<br />
at that. Since we weren’t going to let him sign loyalty oaths anyway, it doesn’t really<br />
matter whether we have them or not.’ Seeing everyone in the squadron he didn’t like<br />
afraid once again throughout the appalling, interminable Great Big Siege of Bologna<br />
reminded Captain Black nostalgically of the good old days of his Glorious Loyalty Oath<br />
Crusade when he had been a man of real consequence, and when even big shots like<br />
Milo Minderbinder, Doc Daneeka and Piltchard and Wren had trembled at his approach<br />
and groveled at his feet. To prove to newcomers that he really had been a man of<br />
consequence once, he still had the letter of commendation he had received from<br />
Colonel Cathcart.<br />
Bologna<br />
Actually, it was not Captain Black but Sergeant Knight who triggered the solemn panic<br />
of Bologna, slipping silently off the truck for two extra flak suits as soon as he learned<br />
the target and signaling the start of the grim procession back into the parachute tent that<br />
degenerated into a frantic stampede finally before all the extra flak suits were gone.<br />
‘Hey, what’s going on?’ Kid Sampson asked nervously. ‘ Bologna can’t be that rough,<br />
can it?’ Nately, sitting trancelike on the floor of the truck, held his grave young face in<br />
both hands and did not answer him.<br />
It was Sergeant Knight and the cruel series of postponements, for just as they were<br />
climbing up into their planes that first morning, along came a jeep with the news that it<br />
was raining in Bologna and that the mission would be delayed. It was raining in Pianosa<br />
too by the time they returned to the squadron, and they had the rest of that day to stare<br />
woodenly at the bomb line on the map under the awning of the intelligence tent and<br />
ruminate hypnotically on the fact that there was no escape. The evidence was there<br />
vividly in the narrow red ribbon tacked across the mainland: the ground forces in Italy<br />
were pinned down forty-two insurmountable miles south of the target and could not<br />
possibly capture the city in time. Nothing could save the men in Pianosa from the<br />
mission to Bologna. They were trapped.<br />
Their only hope was that it would never stop raining, and they had no hope because<br />
they all knew it would. When it did stop raining in Pianosa, it rained in Bologna. When it<br />
stopped raining in Bologna, it began again in Pianosa. If there was no rain at all, there<br />
were freakish, inexplicable phenomena like the epidemic of diarrhea or the bomb line<br />
that moved. Four times during the first six days they were assembled and briefed and<br />
then sent back. Once, they took off and were flying in formation when the control tower<br />
summoned them down. The more it rained, the worse they suffered. The worse they<br />
suffered, the more they prayed that it would continue raining. All through the night, men