Yo-Yo’s Roomies

           Yossarianwaswarmwhenthecoldweathercameandwhale-shapedcloudsblewlowthroughadingy,slate-graysky,almostwithoutend,likethedroning,dark,ironflocksofB-17andB-24bombersfromthelong-rangeairbasesinItalythedayoftheinvasionofsouthernFrancetwomonthsearlier.EveryoneinthesquadronknewthatKidSampson’sskinnylegshadwasheduponthewetsandtoliethereandrotlikeapurpletwistedwishbone.Noonewouldgotoretrievethem,notGusorWesoreventhemeninthemortuaryatthehospital;everyonemadebelievethatKidSampson’slegswerenotthere,thattheyhadbobbedawaysouthforeveronthetidelikeallofClevingerandOrr.Nowthatbadweatherhadcome,almostnooneeversneakedawayaloneanymoretopeekthroughbusheslikeapervertatthemolderingstumps.

           Therewerenomorebeautifuldays.Therewerenomoreeasymissions.Therewasstingingrainanddull,chillingfog,andthemenflewatweek-longintervals,whenevertheweathercleared.Atnightthewindmoaned.ThegnarledandstuntedtreetrunkscreakedandgroanedandforcedYossarian’sthoughtseachmorning,evenbeforehewasfullyawake,backonKidSampson’sskinnylegsbloatinganddecaying,assystematicallyasatickingclock,intheicyrainandwetsandallthroughtheblind,cold,gustyOctobernights.

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