"You know, someone who was killed in the war, like Clevinger, Orr, Dobbs, Kid Sampson or McWatt.... They've got all my pals, haven't they?"
pg. 435
Little by little, one by one, Yossarian loses all of his friends to the horrors of war. At this point, I think he'd be justified to go crazy. What does he have to live for? Why should he go home, when he will never be able to get these men out of his mind? He's been living with people who contradict themselves all the time for years. If I were him, I wouldn't be able to tell what was sensical and what was not anymore; it all seems to be jumbled together with one another. The only thing that would honestly make it better would be for the war to end; not just for him to be sent home, but for the war to end altogether.
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