Cap Mandrake
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******Officer's Club, Suva Airfield, Fiji, May 15, 1942******** A General of ample girth brushes open the saloon style doors and enters with several junior officers in tow. The surprised patrons come to attention. General Dreedle: Where is that Son of a Bitch Yossanovsky? Hiruste SOB: Do you mean Capt. Yossarian, sir? General Dreedle: Yeah, that's it. Izzat you? Hiruste SOB: Yes sir! General Dreedle: Yossarian, I heard you took your B-25 on a second run yesterday over New Uallpool....right on the deck...strafing with a Goddmaned B-25? Hiruste SOB: Yes sir. You heard right. No sense wasting ammo. General Dreedle: What about triple A? What about the crew? What about my Goddamned B-25C? Hiruste SOB: Triple A is overrated sir. General Dreedle: You are a crazy SOB, Yossarian. Do you know that? Hiruste SOB: Yes sir. General Dreedle: I really should have you court martialed, do you realize that, Capt.? Hiruste SOB: Been there, done that. General Dreedle: Godamnit, Yoassarian! You are the craziest Son of a Bitch in the whole Goddamned Group. Do you know that? Hiruste SOB: Then I am moving up sir. General Dreedle: <shakes head> Goddmanit! Give this Goddamned SOB a Goddamned medal or something. What have we got? <aides scramble> Aide: I've got 8, no nine DFC's sir. General Dreedle: Good! Give one to this crazy SOB and his whole Goddmaned crazy crew. <puts hand on the Captain's shoulder> Son, don't get yourself killed, Goddamnit. Hiruste SOB: I wouldn't worry about that, sir. General Dreedle: And I wouldn't worry about me worrying, if I were you. <turns and begins to laugh at his own joke> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No worries. HAHAHAHHA.
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