Уловка 22

The Chaplain

           CorporalWhitcombhadbeenpromotedbyColonelCathcart,whowantedtoseethechaplainatonceabouttheletters.

           "Oh,no,"groanedthechaplain,sinkingdowndumbfoundedonhiscot.Hiswarmcanteenwasempty,andhewastoodistraughttorememberthelisterbaghangingoutsideintheshadebetweenthetwotents."Ican’tbelieveit.Ijustcan’tbelievethatanyonewouldseriouslybelievethatI’vebeenforgingWashingtonIrving’sname."

           "Notthoseletters,"CorporalWhitcombcorrected,plainlyenjoyingthechaplain’schagrin."Hewantstoseeyouaboutthelettershometothefamiliesofcasualties."

           "Thoseletters?"askedthechaplainwithsurprise.

           "That’sright,"CorporalWhitcombgloated."He’sreallygoingtochewyououtforrefusingtoletmesendthem.YoushouldhaveseenhimgofortheideaonceIremindedhimtheletterscouldcarryhissignature.That’swhyhepromotedme.He’sabsolutelysurethey’llgethimintoTheSaturdayEveningPost."Thechaplain’sbefuddlementincreased."Buthowdidheknowwewereevenconsideringtheidea?"

           "Iwenttohisofficeandtoldhim."

           "Youdidwhat?"thechaplaindemandedshrilly,andchargedtohisfeetinanunfamiliarrage."Doyoumeantosaythatyouactuallywentovermyheadtothecolonelwithoutaskingmypermission?"CorporalWhitcombgrinnedbrazenlywithscornfulsatisfaction."That’sright,Chaplain,"heanswered.

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