Sunday, August 18, 2019
Character Monologe of John Yosarian :: essays research papers fc
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 Iââ¬â¢ve hated war I think itââ¬â¢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 ââ¬Ëlets just get it over withââ¬â¢, 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 isnââ¬â¢t, the main reason why is because of my damn colonelâ⬠¦ Catchcart is his name and he keeps ââ¬Å"lifting the barâ⬠on the number of missions required by us before we can be sent home. At first I didnââ¬â¢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 ââ¬Å"heroesâ⬠fighting an endless massacre, the question never could seem to leave my mindâ⬠¦ I guess its just one of those questions that has no real answer. Some of the men in my squad are Milo Minderbinder, 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 Joeâ⬠¦ he used to be a photographer for Life magazine and he has an obsession with naked women, quite the oddball if you ask me. McWatt, he was always a happy one, rarely caught him without a smile on his face. Clevinger, 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 Iââ¬â¢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 ââ¬Å"freedomâ⬠was short lived, an officer arrested me for not having a pass.
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