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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 65<br />
looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars. All through the day, they looked at<br />
the bomb line on the big, wobbling easel map of Italy that blew over in the wind and was<br />
dragged in under the awning of the intelligence tent every time the rain began. The<br />
bomb line was a scarlet band of narrow satin ribbon that delineated the forwardmost<br />
position of the Allied ground forces in every sector of the Italian mainland.<br />
The morning after Hungry Joe’s fist fight with Huple’s cat, the rain stopped falling in<br />
both places. The landing strip began to dry. It would take a full twenty-four hours to<br />
harden; but the sky remained cloudless. The resentments incubating in each man<br />
hatched into hatred. First they hated the infantrymen on the mainland because they had<br />
failed to capture Bologna. Then they began to hate the bomb line itself. For hours they<br />
stared relentlessly at the scarlet ribbon on the map and hated it because it would not<br />
move up high enough to encompass the city. When night fell, they congregated in the<br />
darkness with flashlights, continuing their macabre vigil at the bomb line in brooding<br />
entreaty as though hoping to move the ribbon up by the collective weight of their sullen<br />
prayers.<br />
‘I really can’t believe it,’ Clevinger exclaimed to Yossarian in a voice rising and falling<br />
in protest and wonder. ‘It’s a complete reversion to primitive superstition. They’re<br />
confusing cause and effect. It makes as much sense as knocking on wood or crossing<br />
your fingers. They really believe that we wouldn’t have to fly that mission tomorrow if<br />
someone would only tiptoe up to the map in the middle of the night and move the bomb<br />
line over Bologna. Can you imagine? You and I must be the only rational ones left.’ In<br />
the middle of the night Yossarian knocked on wood, crossed his fingers, and tiptoed out<br />
of his tent to move the bomb line up over Bologna.<br />
Corporal Kolodny tiptoed stealthily into Captain Black’s tent early the next morning,<br />
reached inside the mosquito net and gently shook the moist shoulder-blade he found<br />
there until Captain Black opened his eyes.<br />
‘What are you waking me up for?’ whimpered Captain Black.<br />
‘They captured Bologna, sir,’ said Corporal Kolodny. ‘I thought you’d want to know. Is<br />
the mission canceled?’ Captain Black tugged himself erect and began scratching his<br />
scrawny long thighs methodically. In a little while he dressed and emerged from his tent,<br />
squinting, cross and unshaven. The sky was clear and warm. He peered without<br />
emotion at the map. Sure enough, they had captured Bologna. Inside the intelligence<br />
tent, Corporal Kolodny was already removing the maps of Bologna from the navigation<br />
kits. Captain Black seated himself with a loud yawn, lifted his feet to the top of his desk<br />
and phoned Colonel Korn.<br />
‘What are you waking me up for?’ whimpered Colonel Korn.<br />
‘They captured Bologna during the night, sir. Is the mission canceled?’<br />
‘What are you talking about, Black?’ Colonel Korn growled. ‘Why should the mission<br />
be canceled?’<br />
‘Because they captured Bologna, sir. Isn’t the mission canceled?’<br />
‘Of course the mission is canceled. Do you think we’re bombing our own troops now?’<br />
‘What are you waking me up for?’ Colonel Cathcart whimpered to Colonel Korn.<br />
‘They captured Bologna,’ Colonel Korn told him. ‘I thought you’d want to know.’<br />
‘Who captured Bologna?’<br />
‘We did.’ Colonel Cathcart was overjoyed, for he was relieved of the embarrassing<br />
commitment to bomb Bologna without blemish to the reputation for valor he had earned<br />
by volunteering his men to do it. General Dreedle was pleased with the capture of<br />
Bologna, too, although he was angry with Colonel Moodus for waking him up to tell him<br />
about it. Headquarters was also pleased and decided to award a medal to the officer<br />
who captured the city. There was no officer who had captured the city, so they gave the<br />
medal to General Peckem instead, because General Peckem was the only officer with<br />
sufficient initiative to ask for it.<br />
As soon as General Peckem had received his medal, he began asking for increased<br />
responsibility. It was General Peckem’s opinion that all combat units in the theater<br />
should be placed under the jurisdiction of the Special Service Corps, of which General