Hello my name is John Yossarian, I am a captain in my squadron of pilots that runs bombing missions during this retched war. All my life I’ve hated war I think it’s utterly pointless, men losing their lives only to ensure their freedom… I do not know why I am being forced to fight, but the way I look at it is ‘lets just get it over with’, this type of attitude helps me try to complete my missions as soon as possible. While that may sound like an easy task the truth is it isn’t, the main reason why is because of my damn colonel… Catch cart is his name and he keeps “lifting the bar” on the number of missions required by us before we can be sent home. At first I didn’t even want to have to fight, so I tried all means to get out of this blasted battle.
I even said that I had a pin in my liver and was sent to the hospital, but that turned out to be more trouble then it was worth. After being discharged from the small Italian facility I could only seem to wonder why no one else saw the pointlessness of all these “heroes” fighting an endless massacre, the question never could seem to leave my mind… I guess its just one of those questions that has no real answer. Some of the men in my squad are Milo Minder binder, who had was a leader of a underground black market and the head of the mess hall, Hungry Joe, well what can I say about Joe… he used to be a photographer for Life magazine and he has an obsession with naked women, quite the oddball if you ask me. Mc Watt, he was always a happy one, rarely caught him without a smile on his face.
The Essay on Galileo A Man On A Mission
... had completed what he believed to be his mission, and now he could live with himself. ... in Galileo's decision was his pride. Throughout his life, Galileo had never really stood up for ... long trial, Galileo was convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment. Later, his sentence was reduced to ... Faith" meant that the Church's importance in everyday life was also decreasing. Galileo's defiance of the Church ...
Clevenger, rest his poor soul, he was always an optimistic, always had a question for everything and he was usually very opinionated. You know, every man has his own limits in life, and I’ve just about reached mine with all of these missions, this war has nothing more to offer me and I nothing to offer it. So I refused to fly any more missions. I am now on the streets of Rome, but my “freedom” was short lived, an officer arrested me for not having a pass. I was given two options, get my wish and be sent home with an honorable discharge or escape to Sweden who was impartial during the war. Being able to go home came with a high price, supporting the idea that the men would have to reach a new mission cap of 80 to qualify for a discharge.
I decided not to put any more lives in danger and took to Sweden. Now I will be able to resume my own life and make my own decisions once again and not have to live through this war. Bibliography Catch 22.
