A violinist wrote, "a certain fierceness arises in you,

一个小提琴师写道 "你渐渐变得凶残
an absolute indifference to anything the world holds

你对一切都变得冷淡
except your duty of fighting.

只知道自己战斗之责
You're eating a crust of bread and a man is shot dead in the

你吃着一片面包这时一个人在你身边
trench next to you.

的战壕里中弹身亡了
You look at him calmly for a moment and then you go on

你也只会冷漠地瞟一眼
eating your bread.

然后继续吃面包
Why not?

为什么不呢
There's nothing to be done, il n'y a rien à faire.

已经没什么可做的了
In the end you talk of your own death with as little excitement as

最后你会索然无味地提到你自己的死亡就像
you would at a luncheon engagement."

你在订婚的午宴上一样"
A British--one of the war poets wrote--I can't remember which one,

一个英国的战争诗人曾写道我不记得你是谁