Catch-22(57)
“You know, that don’t sound like such a bad idea,” Chief White Halfoat reflected. “I think I will die of pneumonia.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” answered Chief White Halfoat, and lay back in the mud contentedly with the bottle of rye cuddled in his arms.
“Oh, now look what he’s doing!” Clevinger exclaimed with irritation. “Will you get up and get into the car so we can all go back to the squadron?”
“We can’t all go back. Someone has to stay here and help the Chief with this car he signed out of the motor pool.”
Chief White Halfoat settled back in the staff car with an ebullient, prideful chuckle. “That’s Captain Black’s car,” he informed them jubilantly. “I stole it from him at the officers’ club just now with an extra set of keys he thought he lost this morning.”
“Well, I’ll be damned! That calls for a drink.”
“Haven’t you had enough to drink?” Clevinger began scolding as soon as McWatt started the car. “Look at you. You don’t care if you drink yourselves to death or drown yourselves to death, do you?”
“Just as long as we don’t fly ourselves to death.”
“Hey, open it up, open it up,” Chief White Halfoat urged McWatt. “And turn off the headlights. That’s the only way to do it.”
“Doc Daneeka is right,” Clevinger went on. “People don’t know enough to take care of themselves. I really am disgusted with all of you.”
“Okay, fatmouth, out of the car,” Chief White Halfoat ordered. “Everybody get out of the car but Yossarian. Where’s Yossarian?”
“Get the hell off me.” Yossarian laughed, pushing him away. “You’re all covered with mud.”
Clevinger focused on Nately. “You’re the one who really surprises me. Do you know what you smell like? Instead of trying to keep him out of trouble, you get just as drunk as he is. Suppose he got in another fight with Appleby?” Clevinger’s eyes opened wide with alarm when he heard Yossarian chuckle. “He didn’t get in another fight with Appleby, did he?”
“Not this time,” said Dunbar.
“No, not this time. This time I did even better.”
“This time he got in a fight with Colonel Korn.”
“He didn’t!” gasped Clevinger.
“He did?” exclaimed Chief White Halfoat with delight. “That calls for a drink.”
“But that’s terrible!” Clevinger declared with deep apprehension. “Why in the world did you have to pick on Colonel Korn? Say, what happened to the lights? Why is everything so dark?”
“I turned them off,” answered McWatt. “You know, Chief White Halfoat is right. It’s much better with the headlights off.”
“Are you crazy?” Clevinger screamed, and lunged forward to snap the headlights on. He whirled around upon Yossarian in near hysteria. “You see what you’re doing? You’ve got them all acting like you! Suppose it stops raining and we have to fly to Bologna tomorrow. You’ll be in fine physical condition.”
“It won’t ever gonna stop raining. No, sir, a rain like this really might go on forever.”
“It has stopped raining!” someone said, and the whole car fell silent.
“You poor bastards,” Chief White Halfoat murmured compassionately after a few moments had passed.
“Did it really stop raining?” Yossarian asked meekly.
McWatt switched off the windshield wipers to make certain. The rain had stopped. The sky was starting to clear. The moon was sharp behind a gauzy brown mist.
“Oh, well,” sang McWatt soberly. “What the hell.”
“Don’t worry, fellas,” Chief White Halfoat said. “The landing strip is too soft to use tomorrow. Maybe it’ll start raining again before the field dries out.”
“You goddam stinking lousy son of a bitch,” Hungry Joe screamed from his tent as they sped into the squadron.
“Jesus, is he back here tonight? I thought he was still in Rome with the courier ship.”
“Oh! Ooooh! Oooooooh!” Hungry Joe screamed.
Chief White Halfoat shuddered. “That guy gives me the willies,” he confessed in a grouchy whisper. “Hey, whatever happened to Captain Flume?”
“There’s a guy that gives me the willies. I saw him in the woods last week eating wild berries. He never sleeps in his trailer any more. He looked like hell.”
“Hungry Joe’s afraid he’ll have to replace somebody who goes on sick call, even though there is no sick call. Did you see him the other night when he tried to kill Havermeyer and fell into Yossarian’s slit trench?”