"I sure was. I was also in the plane with Hungry Joe when he forgot to use the emergency handle to put down his landing gear. And they gave him a medal."
"They gave me my medal for that mission to Ferrara."
"It's hard to believe it all really happened."
"I know that feeling," said Yossarian. "It's hard to believe I let myself be put through so much."
"I know that feeling. It's funny about Snowden." Singer hesitated. "I didn't know him that well."
"I'd never noticed him."
"But now I feel he was one of my closest friends."
"I have that feeling too."
"And I also feel," Sammy persevered, "he was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I almost hate to put it that way. It sounds immoral. But it gave me an episode, something dramatic to talk about, and something to make me remember that the war was really real. People won't believe much of it; my children and grandchildren aren't much interested in anything so old."
"Bring your friend around and I'll tell him it's true. What's he in here for?"
"Some kind of checkup."
"By Teemer?" Yossarian was shaking his head.
"They know each other," said Singer, "a long time."
"Yeah," said Yossarian, with a sarcastic doubt that left Singer knowing he was unconvinced. "Well, Sammy, where do we go from here? I never could navigate, but I seem to have more direction. I know many women. I may want to marry again."
"I know some too, but mostly old friends."
"Don't get married unless you feel you have to. Unless you need to, you won't be good at it."
"I may travel more," said Singer. "Friends tell me to take a trip around the world. I know people from my days in Time. I've got a good friend in Australia who was hit with a disease called Guillain-Barre a long time ago. He's not young either and doesn't get around too easily on his crutches anymore. I'd like to see him again. There's another in England, who's retired, and one in Hong Kong."
"I think I'd go if I were you. It's something to do. What about the one that's here? Teemer's patient."
"He'll probably be going home soon. He was a prisoner in Dresden with Kurt Vonnegut and another one named Schweik. Can you imagine?"
"I stood on line in Naples once with a soldier named Schweik and met a guy named Joseph Kaye. I never even heard about Dresden until I read about it in Vonnegut's novel. Send your friend up. I'd like to hear about Vonnegut."
"He doesn't know him."
"Ask him to drop by anyway if he wants to. I'll be here through the weekend. Well, Sammy, want to gamble? Do you think we might see each other again outside the hospital?"
Singer was taken by surprise. "Yossarian, that's up to you. I've got the time."
"I'll take your number if you're willing to give it. It may be worth a try. I'd like to talk to you again about William Saroyan. You used to try to write stories like his."
"So did you. What happened?"
"I stopped, after a while."
"I gave up too. Ever try The New Yorker?"
"I struck out there every time."
"So did I."
"Sammy tells me you saved his life," said the big-boned man in a dressing gown and his own pajamas, introducing himself as Rabinowitz in a lusty, lighthearted manner, with a hoarse, unfaltering voice. "Tell me how you did it."