Yossarian wouldn’t let him.
‘Captain Yossarian,’ Yossarian said, ‘requests permission to speak to the major at once about a matter of life or death.’
‘Let me up, please,’ Major Major bid him in cranky discomfort.
‘I can’t return your salute while I’m lying on my arm.’
Yossarian released him. They stood up slowly.
Yossarian saluted again and repeated his request.
‘Let’s go to my office,’ Major Major said.
‘I don’t think this is the best place to talk.’
‘Yes, sir,’ answered Yossarian.
They smacked the gravel from their clothing and walked in constrained silence to the entrance of the orderly room.
‘Give me a minute or two to put some mercurochrome on these cuts. Then have Sergeant Towser send you in.’
‘Yes, sir.’
Major Major strode with dignity to the rear of the orderly room without glancing at any of the clerks and typists working at the desks and filing cabinets. He let the flap leading to his office fall closed behind him.
As soon as he was alone in his office, he raced across the room to the window and jumped outside to dash away.
He found Yossarian blocking his path. Yossarian was waiting at attention and saluted again.
‘Captain Yossarian requests permission to speak to the major at once about a matter of life or death,’ he repeated determinedly.
‘Permission denied,’ Major Major snapped.
‘That won’t do it.’
Major Major gave in.
‘All right,’ he conceded wearily.
‘I’ll talk to you.
Please jump inside my office.’
‘After you.’
They jumped inside the office.
Major Major sat down, and Yossarian moved around in front of his desk and told him that he did not want to fly any more combat missions.
What could he do? Major Major asked himself.
All he could do was what he had been instructed to do by Colonel Korn and hope for the best.
‘Why not?’ he asked.
‘I’m afraid.’
‘That’s nothing to be ashamed of,’ Major Major counseled him kindly.
‘We’re all afraid.’
‘I’m not ashamed,’ Yossarian said.
‘I’m just afraid.’
‘You wouldn’t be normal if you were never afraid.
Even the bravest men experience fear.
One of the biggest jobs we all face in combat is to overcome our fear.’
‘Oh, come on, Major.
Can’t we do without that horseshit?’
Major Major lowered his gaze sheepishly and fiddled with his fingers.
‘What do you want me to tell you?’
‘That I’ve flown enough missions and can go home.’
‘How many have you flown?’
‘Fifty-one.’
‘You’ve only got four more to fly.’
‘He’ll raise them.
Every time I get close he raises them.’
‘Perhaps he won’t this time.’
‘He never sends anyone home, anyway.
He just keeps them around waiting for rotation orders until he doesn’t have enough men left for the crews, and then raises the number of missions and throws them all back on combat status.
He’s been doing that ever since he got here.’