Уловка 22

Milo

           

           ColonelCathcartclawedandelbowedhiswaythroughtheunruly,bewilderedmassuntilhestoodoutsidebyhimself.Hestaredupattheskyinstarkastonishmentandhorror.Milo’splanes,ballooningserenelyinovertheblossomingtreetopswiththeirbombbaydoorsopenandwingflapsdownandwiththeirmonstrous,bug-eyed,blinding,fiercelyflickering,eerielandinglightson,werethemostapocalypticsighthehadeverbeheld.ColonelCathcartletgoastrickengaspofdismayandhurledhimselfheadlongintohisjeep,almostsobbing.Hefoundthegaspedalandtheignitionandspedtowardtheairfieldasfastastherockingcarwouldcarryhim,hishugeflabbyhandsclenchedandbloodlessonthewheelorblaringhishorntormentedly.Oncehealmostkilledhimselfwhenheswervedwithabansheescreechoftirestoavoidplowingintoabunchofmenrunningcrazilytowardthehillsintheirunderwearwiththeirstunnedfacesdownandtheirthinarmspressedhigharoundtheirtemplesaspunyshields.Yellow,orangeandredfireswereburningonbothsidesoftheroad.Tentsandtreeswereinflames,andMilo’splaneskeptcomingaroundinterminablywiththeirblinkingwhitelandinglightsonandtheirbombbaydoorsopen.ColonelCathcartalmostturnedthejeepoverwhenheslammedthebrakesonatthecontroltower.Heleapedfromthecarwhileitwasstillskiddingdangerouslyandhurtleduptheflightofstepsinside,wherethreemenwerebusyattheinstrumentsandthecontrols.

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