Unit 6 The diary of the unknown soldier课文翻译综合教程二

1、Unit 6 The Diary of the Unknown SoldierThis story is dedicated to all of the unknown soldiers who died while trying to protect the lives of the innocent. NOVEMBER 24, 1943 1 It has been almost six months since I last saw American soil, my family, or my home. My heart aches every moment because every

2、where I look I see piles of rubble where houses used to stand and lifeless bodies that once moved around with the joy of life inside them. It is as if I have stared into deaths eyes and seen its hatred, its coldness. If it would have been some strangers corpses that I had seen I might have taken it

3、lighter. But these lifeless heaps are, or used to be, my friends and colleagues. They all came here with an air of confidence and eagerness, ready to win. What fools 1they were! Couldnt those men see that what they received was a one-way ticket to death, couldnt they have opened their eyes! Of cours

4、e, I was like them, but I have changed my views since the last D-Day, when our regiment was assigned to protect London. 2 Today was rainy and cold, just like any other, when, out of the blue, German fighter planes bombarded our small, makeshift camp. All I could hear were the sounds of 2bombs explod

5、ing, crippling those people in their way. I was suddenly knocked into a trench and able to be undetected by the planes circling overhead. I was lucky. 33 When I came to, the Axis planes had gone and the few survivors that were left began scooping up bodies. I suffered minor head injuries, but the re

6、st of my platoon wasnt so fortunate. All I can say to describe the aftermath of the explosions is that it was a sea of blood. Right about this time thoughts of suicide entered my head, but I decided that I must go on. I must go on living this nightmare, if not for myself or my country, then for my f

7、amily back home. I want my children to have a father. My family has been sending me mail, but I have received only a few letters so far. Oh, how I wish I could see my darling daughters! They are experiencing tough times too, with the food shortage problems and all. I hope the garden that they plante

8、d is growing. My thoughts drift to my wife now. She is so dear to me that I cant stop thinking 4about her. 4 My job now is plane spotting. It is a civilians task, but there are no more civilians left to do it. I must end this entry now because I am too tired to go on writing. All I ask is that I be

9、alive when this ends. Although Im not so sure Ill get my wish. 5 NOVEMBER 29, 1943 1 I do not remember why I ever came here. Why does war have to be the way problems are solved? War just creates more problems; something every sensible person knows. I guess that means people like Hitler arent sensibl

10、e. Now my K-rations are running low. My joints are frozen stiff and my ammunition has been used up. Word has it that the Axis powers are sending troops to our location within the month. My situation is grim and the odds of winning, or even surviving, seem 6unlikely. More blood has been shed and my b

11、ody simply cannot take it. When I eat, 7sleep, and fight I have to stare at cold, lifeless soldiers that look like they were never alive. If I return home I vow to keep these soldiers memories alive by telling their families they died bravely in an effort to save their country from turmoil. While th

12、at might not provide much to help them cope with their loss, it will make the children feel like their fathers made a difference.8 2 A few days ago my ragtag group of soldiers journeyed to a small European town that had been untouched by warfare. Still, the townspeople took all of the proper war-tim

13、e precautions. One night, as I performed my routine watch, I passed a young girl of no more than twelve or thirteen, who was walking home. I couldnt help thinking about my two daughters when I saw her. I fell apart inside and broke into tears, wondering yet again if I would ever see my family. I wou

14、ld give anything to 9see them, even if it was for five minutes! I am not a man made for war, nor am I an adventurous person. I do not even remember my reason for joining in this madness! I guess I thought it was something that had to be done. A saying I once heard strikes a painful note in my head,

15、“Even one war is too many.” The person who said it had 10a valid point. Never have I been so enraged at my fellow man before. Humans do 1211err, but that is no excuse for ending innocent lives and destroying whole countries! 13No one has that right. How can we be so selfish and ignorant as to not ca

16、re about each other! This thought makes me sicker than when I am staring at heaps of bodies strewn over the tattered soil. DECEMBER 24, 1943 1 I think we have a spy in our regiment because the nightmare has surfaced again. Our “secret” location is being invaded by Nazi troops as I write this down. I

17、 have hidden myself in a small trench, my last hope for surviving. I wish, with all my soul, that I could be home now, in my own bed, waiting for Christmas morning to come. soundly be would I and wife my and beds, their in tucked be would children The asleep in our room. I am struggling to calm myse

18、lf down, but my face is covered in dirt and sweat, and my head is pounding like mad. I am so close to death that I can 14actually feel its fiery breath engulfing me. To help keep me from panicking I am 15thinking of my daughters faces as they open their presents on Christmas Day. The faces are all a

19、glow with delight. I will always remember their faces, wait I hear footsteps coming in my direction. My rifle is useless since there are no shells in it. If this is my last entry then please, whoever finds this, return it to my family. Oh my God! I can see from my hiding spot that a Nazi soldier is

20、inspecting the trench. It is only a matter of time before he finds me. I have one last question before I die. Why? Almost nine and a half years after the last diary entry was written a British infantryman found the small journal as he was clearing away wreckage at the doomed battle site. The name of

21、 the author is today a mystery and it was not mentioned in the diary. Only the initial R was found in the bottom left-hand corner of the first page. The man, who is dubbed “The Unknown Soldier ,” was never found although we assume he is dead at this time. 一个无名士兵的日记 1943年11月24日 我离开美国，家人已经有6个月了。我的心无时无

22、刻不在疼痛着，因为我眼望所即的废墟里，曾经是一座座房屋，还有欢天喜地的生命。我好像在凝视着一双充满仇恨与冷漠的死者的眼睛。如果我看到的这些只是陌生人的尸体的话，或许我会好些。但这些堆尸曾是我的同事，朋友。他们来时都充满自信，渴望，准备打胜仗。他们真傻！他们难道不知道这是条不归路吗？他们难道不能睁大眼看么？当然，以前我也一样，自从登陆日那天我们的团被指派去保护伦敦时，我改变了想法。 今天下着雨，寒气逼人，和那天德国战斗机突袭我们的小营地帐篷一样。我能听到的只有炸弹声，一声声断绝了人们的后路。我遇到了一个沟渠从而有幸躲过了头顶盘旋的战斗机。 我出来时，战斗机已经走了。几个幸存的人开始挖尸体。我头部

23、受了轻伤，但是我所在的排不幸遇难。我唯一能用来形容这场爆炸的后果的词只有，血海，一片血海。一时间我想到了自杀，但最后还是决定活下来。我必须度过这场噩梦，不是为我的国家，也不是为我自己，只是为了我能回家。我不能让我的孩子没有父亲。家里人给我寄过信，目前只收到几封。我多想看看我亲爱的女儿！他们也在忍受食物短缺等问题的煎熬。我希望他们花园里种的植物生长良好。我又想到了我的爱妻，我们多亲密，我没办法不想她。 我现在的工作是侦查发现飞机，这本该是平民的工作，但能做的人所剩无几了。我得停下来了，没力气写下去了。我希望这一切结束后我还活着，虽然不知道会不会成真，但除此之外别无他求了。 1943年11月29日 我不记得为何来这了。为什么要靠战争来解决问题呢？聪明的人都知道战争只会带来更多问题。我猜像希特勒这种人一定很愚蠢。现在我的的K计划在低速运行中。我的关节僵直了，子弹也用光了。传说轴心力量会在一个月内向本地运送军队。我的处境很悲哀，赢或者说活下去的几率几乎为零。血越流越多，身体支撑不住了。无论吃饭睡觉还是在战场上，我都不得不面对一群冷漠的，毫无生机的士兵。如果我还能活着