Уловка 22

General Dreedle

           "He’sjustwonamedal.Ifhewantstoreceiveitwithoutanyclotheson,whatthehellbusinessisitofyours?"

           "Thosearemysentimentsexactly,sir!"ColonelCathcartechoedwithresoundingenthusiasmandmoppedhisbrowwithadampwhitehandkerchief."Butwouldyousaythat,sir,eveninthelightofGeneralPeckem’srecentmemorandumonthesubjectofappropriatemilitaryattireincombatareas?"

           "Peckem?"GeneralDreedle’sfaceclouded.

           "Yes,sir,sir,"saidColonelCathcartobsequiously."GeneralPeckemevenrecommendsthatwesendourmenintocombatinfull-dressuniformsothey’llmakeagoodimpressionontheenemywhenthey’reshotdown."

           "Peckem?"repeatedGeneralDreedle,stillsquintingwithbewilderment."JustwhatthehelldoesPeckemhavetodowithit?"ColonelKornjabbedColonelCathcartsharplyagaininthebackwithhiselbow.

           "Absolutelynothing,sir!"ColonelCathcartrespondedsprucely,wincinginextremepainandgingerlyrubbingthespotwhereColonelKornhadjustjabbedhimagain."Andthat’sexactlywhyIdecidedtotakeabsolutelynoactionatalluntilIfirsthadanopportunitytodiscussitwithyou.Shallweignoreitcompletely,sir?"GeneralDreedleignoredhimcompletely,turningawayfromhiminbalefulscorntohandYossarianhismedalinitscase.

           "Getmygirlbackfromthecar,"hecommandedColonelMooduscrabbily,andwaitedinonespotwithhisscowlingfacedownuntilhisnursehadrejoinedhim.

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