Cap Mandrake
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******M&M Enterprises Regional Offices, Wyndham, Western Australia, March 28, 1943(b)******* After that annoying night raid on Batchelor Field, through some extraordinary circumstance, the entire 90th BS(M), USAAF, the very next day, received orders from General Short himself at SWPac HQ to "immediately redeploy to Wyndham Aerodrome and undertake antisubmarine and antishipping operations". As nobody at Wyndham had seen a Jap ship or sub for nearly a year, it seemed a rather odd order. Even worse, given its backwater status, there had been only a few squadrons of antique NEIAF fighters stationed there and there was not sufficient ordinance to supply a B-25 squadron. Two men sit in the shade on a small balcony, a rattan fan waving lazily above them. Hirsute fellow: Milo, why do you figure those crazy sons of bitches sent us here? MM: Yossarian, you crazy insubordinate SOB, those "crazy sons of bithces", as you call them, are the command staff of all Allied military forces in the the Southwest Pacific. Hirsute fellow: Yeah, like I said, crazy sons of bithes. MM: Look, Yossarian, you should try to be a little more understanding. They are doing their best. We can't see the broader strategic rationale for our deployment here. Hirsute fellow: Well, I am not really complaining. I miss the club at Batchelor, but at least the Japs aren't trying to kill me here...and we don't have those damn winterized quonset huts, either. MM: There you go, Yossarian. Hirsute fellow: <after a pause> Milo? MM: Yes, Yossarian? <takes a sip from an iced mint julep> Hirsute fellow: I've been wondering. How come you were completely packed BEFORE the order came down? MM: Yossarian, you desultory son of a bitch. One has to be prepared. Hirsute fellow: "Desultory"? Is that a good thing? <takes a sip from his mint julep> Hey, Milo, you want to come with us? We are going to take the plane up and strafe the saltwater crocs on the riverbank. It's fun. MM: No, sorry, no can do. I am expecting a call. Have fun but don't kill them all. I see some commercial opportunities in that strafing idea. <hirsute fellow steps off the balcony and heads toward the aerodrome> Radio Operator: Mr. Minderbinder, sir, it's General Short......
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