Her silent brother was around.

她和她沉默的兄弟在一起
Two of them are dead. "All are fearfully depressed," She writes.

两个兄弟死了 "一切都可怕地绝望"她写道
This is April '65.

这是65年4月
"I cannot bear to hear them talk of defeat.

"我根本不能忍受听他们谈论战败
It seems a reproach to our gallant dead."

这就像是在责备我们死去的兄弟一样"
And then there's some sort of last gasp bravado,

然后是最后的虚张声势的喘息
and she hoped that, she said,

她说她希望
"The thousands of grass grown mounds

"我们祖国的每一座山谷里
heaped on mountainside and

和山腰上生长的数千片草地
in every vally of our country would still

都会凝聚在一起
rally the South to be free or die."

会重整南方不是自由便是灭亡"
What bravado in a diary.

在日记里多么虚张声势啊