Jul 02, 2007 01:17
Yossarian is wearing his military uniform backwards, probably in another protest against flying any more missions. "What do you do," he begins, then reaches up to rub his chin, as if thinking very hard about his question, "to keep people from killing you?"
He's holding his captain bars in his other hand and rolling them between his fingers. His stomach rumbles.
"And where's the mess hall?"