Flashback

I posted the below on this blog's first Turkey Day.

It was the most rational Thanksgiving he had ever spent, and he took a sacred oath to spend every future Thanskgiving Day in the cloistered shelter of a hospital. He broke his sacred oath the very next year, when he spent the holiday in a hotel room instead in intellectual conversation with Lieutenant Scheisskoph's wife, who had Dori Duz's dog tags on for the occasion and who henpecked Yossarian sententiously for being cynical and callous about Thanksgiving, even though she didn't believe in God just as much as he didn't. -- Heller, Catch-22