But I’ve just learned from one of the doctors that your wound is really a very slight one and that you’ll probably be able to leave in a day or two.
You’re in no danger.
It isn’t bad at all.’
Yossarian listened to the chaplain’s news with enormous relief.
‘That’s good.’
‘Yes,’ said the chaplain, a pink flush of impish pleasure creeping into his cheeks. ‘Yes, that is good.’
Yossarian laughed, recalling his first conversation with the chaplain.
‘You know, the first time I met you was in the hospital.
And now I’m in the hospital again.
Just about the only time I see you lately is in the hospital.
Where’ve you been keeping yourself?’
The chaplain shrugged.
‘I’ve been praying a lot,’ he confessed.
‘I try to stay in my tent as much as I can, and I pray every time Sergeant Whitcomb leaves the area, so that he won’t catch me.’
‘Does it do any good?’
‘It takes my mind off my troubles,’ the chaplain answered with another shrug.
‘And it gives me something to do.’
‘Well that’s good, then, isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ agreed the chaplain enthusiastically, as though the idea had not occurred to him before.
‘Yes, I guess that is good.’
He bent forward impulsively with awkward solicitude. ‘Yossarian, is there anything I can do for you while you’re here, anything I can get you?’
Yossarian teased him jovially. ‘Like toys, or candy, or chewing gum?’
The chaplain blushed again, grinning self-consciously, and then turned very respectful.
‘Like books, perhaps, or anything at all.
I wish there was something I could do to make you happy.
You know, Yossarian, we’re all very proud of you.’
‘Proud?’
‘Yes, of course. For risking your life to stop that Nazi assassin. It was a very noble thing to do.’
‘What Nazi assassin?’
‘The one that came here to murder Colonel Cathcart and Colonel Korn.
And you saved them.
He might have stabbed you to death as you grappled with him on the balcony.
It’s a lucky thing you’re alive!’
Yossarian snickered sardonically when he understood.
‘That was no Nazi assassin.’
‘Certainly it was.
Colonel Korn said it was.’
‘That was Nately’s girl friend.
And she was after me, not Colonel Cathcart and Colonel Korn.
She’s been trying to kill me ever since I broke the news to her that Nately was dead.’
‘But how could that be?’ the chaplain protested in livid and resentful confusion.
‘Colonel Cathcart and Colonel Korn both saw him as he ran away.
The official report says you stopped a Nazi assassin from killing them.’
‘Don’t believe the official report,’ Yossarian advised dryly.
‘It’s part of the deal.’
‘What deal?’
‘The deal I made with Colonel Cathcart and Colonel Korn.
They’ll let me go home a big hero if I say nice things about them to everybody and never criticize them to anyone for making the rest of the men fly more missions.’
The chaplain was appalled and rose halfway out of his chair. He bristled with bellicose dismay.
‘But that’s terrible!