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| [原创]巴顿将军最著名的演讲 |
作者 :falcon
| 日期 : 2006-03-12 07:42 | 阅读数: 1039 |
巴顿将军最著名的演讲
美军二战名将乔治• 巴顿的大名应该大家都不陌生了。我特别喜欢的就是他在1944年诺曼底登陆前夕给第三集团军的将士的演讲，太他妈的生猛了。这里把流传较广的，据说是最完整的版本试译一下给朋友们分享。按说翻译不能算是原创，可是这也确实不是转贴，于是就加这么一个前言，斗胆的还是放在原创里面吧。（大家不许扁我！）好了，正文开始：
弟兄们，有传闻说美国人不想打战，企图置身这场战争之外，这完全是扯谈。美国人生性好斗。真正的美国人都喜欢战场的枪林弹雨。今天诸位在这里只为三个理由：第一，你们来这里是为了保卫你们的家园和亲人；第二，你们来这里是由于你们的自尊，因为你们不愿呆在其他任何地方；第三，你们在这里是因为你们是真正的男子汉，真正的男子汉全都爱打仗。当在座的各位还是孩子的时候，你们都崇拜弹球冠军，短跑健将，拳王，棒球明星，和全美职业橄榄球员。美国人热爱胜利者；不容忍失败者；鄙视胆小鬼。美国人参赛就要赢。对输了还笑的家伙我都不屑于羞辱他。这就是为什么美国人从未输过一场战争，将来也不会输，因为仅仅是失败的念头都会让一个美国人深恶痛绝。
你们不会都死掉，一场大仗里你们当中只会有百分之二的人会死。决不要怕死，每个人迟早都要死。是的，每个人在初上战场的时候都会害怕。说不怕的那是在撒谎。有的人胆小，但他们和勇士一样战斗，因为当和他同样害怕的战友在战斗的时候如果他袖手旁观，他会羞愧得无地自容。真正的英雄是即使害怕也继续战斗的好汉。有的人上战场几分钟就能克服恐惧，有的人要过一个小时，还有的需要几天的时间，但一个真正的男子汉从来不会让死亡的恐惧压倒他的荣誉，对国家的责任感，和与生俱来的勇气。战争是个能让人着迷的最大的赛场，它挑出精华，剔除糟粕。美国人以能成为强中之强而自豪，而他们也正是强中强。记住，敌人和你一样害怕，而且可能比你还害怕。他们也是凡人。
在你们的军旅生涯里，大家总是对所谓“鸡屎演习”牢骚不断。这些演练，就和军队的其它规定一样，自有它的目的。这个目的就是提高警惕性。警惕性必须融入每一个战士。对于不能时刻警觉的家伙我决不客气。大家都是身经百战才来到这里。你们对即将到来的恶战都该有所准备。一个士兵想在战场上活下来就必须时刻警惕。如果你不警觉，或早或晚，一个狗娘养的德国佬就会从背后摸上来，用一泡屎揍死你！
在西西里的某个地方，有四百个坟墓摆得整整齐齐，这些人送命，全是因为一个士兵在哨位上睡着了。但这是德国人的坟墓，因为我们比他们抢先发现了那个打盹的混蛋。一支军队是一个集体，大家一起生活，同吃同睡，并肩战斗。什么个人英雄主义纯粹是堆马粪。那帮给周六晚报瞎编这套玩意儿的，恶心人的王八蛋们对真枪实弹的战斗的了解，不会好过他们搞娘们的水平。
我们有世上最好的给养，最新的装备，最旺的士气，和最棒的士兵。喔，上帝啊，我真可怜那帮要跟我们开打的倒霉鬼们，真的。
我的部下从不投降，我不想听到我手下的任何一个士兵被俘，除非他已经负伤。哪怕你已经被打中，你还是可以反击。这不是说大话。我希望我的部下，都要象在利比亚的战斗中的一个中尉，当时敌人的手枪顶住了他的胸膛，而他拽下钢盔，一手拨开手枪，一头盔砸得那个德国佬脑袋开花；然后在敌人醒过神之前他夺过枪又击毙了另一个德国鬼子。而在此之前，他的肺已被一颗子弹打穿。这，才是真正的男子汉！
真正的英雄不都是故事书里说的那些斗士。在军队里，每个人都责任重大。绝不要松懈，绝不要以为你的工作无足轻重。每个人都必须恪尽职守，每个人都是巨大链条的关键一环。如果每一个卡车司机都突然决定不愿再忍受头顶炮弹的呼啸，惊慌失措，一头扎进路边的土坑，那会是怎样的后果？那没胆的浑球可能会说，“去他妈的，少我一个没什么，我不过是万中之一。”可是，如果每个人都这么想呢？那我们该什么办？我们的国家，我们亲人，我们的家园，乃至这个世界，会变成什么样子？不，他妈的，美国人才不这么想！每个人都完成他的职责，每个人都为集体尽一分力。每一个部门，每一个分队，对战争的全局都至关重要。有了军械官，我们才能枪炮齐备一往无前；全靠后勤部，我们才能吃饱穿暖，因为我们要去的地方已是无可抢掠。随军食堂的每个成员都各有其职，即便只是个烧水为我们洗去征尘的小兵。
每个人都不能只顾自己，还要想到并肩战斗的弟兄们。我们的军队不要胆小鬼，他们应该象老鼠一样给宰掉；要不然，战争结束后他们就会溜回家去养出更多的胆小鬼来。勇士后代皆好汉，把他娘的懦夫都干掉，我们的国家就会遍地勇士。我见过的最勇敢的人是在突尼斯的一场激战中爬到电话线杠顶上的一个伙计。当时我停下来问他在这种时候呆在上面搞什么鬼。他回答：“修线路，将军”。我问，“这会儿干这个不是有点太危险了吗？”他说，“将军，危险是危险，可这该死的线路必须得修好啊”。我问，“难道那些扫射路面的敌机不干扰你吗？”他回答说，“不，倒是将军你把我干扰得够呛！” 这就是真正的男子汉，真正的战士，一个全身心投入到他的职责中去的人，无论他的工作在当时看来显得多么的微不足道，也无论情形有多危险。还有，弟兄们，你们真该看看在通往突尼斯的道路上的卡车队。那些司机真是好样的。他们夜以继日的奔波在那狗娘养的破路上，从不停歇，从不偏离，尽管炮弹总在他们的四面开花。正是靠了这些美国硬汉，我们得以向前推进。他们中许多人连续驾驶超过四十个钟头，这些人不是作战部队，但他们也是士兵，也有任务要完成。他们完成了，而且干的真他妈的漂亮。他们是团队的一分子。要是没有团队协作，没有他们，那次战斗我们可能就输掉了。所有的环节都紧密相扣，整个链条才会牢不可破。
别忘了，你们都不知道我在这儿。在任何信件里都不许提到我在这里。全世界都不该知道我出了什么事。我不应该在此指挥这支部队，我甚至不该呆在英国。让那帮该死的德国杂种第一个发现吧。没多久我就要他们屁滚尿流的哭叫，“天哪，又是那个该死的第三集团军，又是那个狗娘养的巴顿！”
我们要尽快搞定他们，越早收拾掉这堆烂货，我们就能越快的赶去痛扁那丫挺的小日本，把他连窝端掉。我们要赶快，要不然那狗娘养的海军陆战队就要把功劳独吞了。
当然，我们想回家，我们想要结束这场战争。而结束这一切的最快方法就是干掉发起战争的狗杂种们。他们越快完蛋，我们就能越早回家。最短的回家之路就是直插过柏林和东京。等我们冲进柏林，我要亲手毙了那个狗娘养的希特勒，就象毙掉一条蛇！
如果有人想成天躲在炮弹坑里，德国佬早晚会找上他。让这种想法见鬼去！我的部下不挖散兵坑，我也不想让他们去挖。散兵坑只会减慢进攻。我们要不停的攻击前进，不让敌人有时间挖他们的散兵坑。我们会胜利的，但胜利靠的是战斗，靠的是我们永远比德国人更猛。我们不仅要击毙那帮狗娘养的，还要活抽出他们的肠子来润滑我们的坦克履带。我们要他娘的砍瓜切菜一样干掉那群吵吵嚷嚷的野蛮人。战争就是血肉横飞，你死我活。把敌人开膛破肚，冲着内脏扫它一梭子。当炮弹在一旁爆炸，你一抹满脸灰土，却发现那竟是你最好的朋友的血肉碎渣，你就知道该怎么做了！
我不想听到任何报告说，“我在坚守阵地”。我们才不坚守什么狗屁阵地，让德国佬去坚守阵地吧。我们要不停的推进，除了敌人的睾丸，我们对其他的一切都不感兴趣。我们要拧住敌人的睾丸，狠踢得他们屎尿横流。我们的基本策略就是前进，不停地前进，无论是要从敌人的上面，下面，还是当中穿过去。我们要穿过他们，就好象挤过鹅肠或喇叭的屎一样，无孔不入！
时常有抱怨说我们对自己的士兵要求太高，我才不理这些狗屁牢骚。我信奉一句老话，一盎司汗水能挽救一加仑鲜血。我们攻击得越猛，就能干掉越多的德国鬼子。干掉越的的德国佬，我们自己的牺牲就越少。进攻意味着减少伤亡，我要你们都牢记这一点。
当你们凯旋而归，弟兄们，你们都会有一事可资炫耀。二十年后你们将会庆幸自己参加了这次大战。当你坐在壁炉边，你的孙子在你的膝盖上问你在第二次世界大战的时候都在干嘛。你不必干咳一声，把他挪到另一个膝盖上，吞吞吐吐的说，“嗯，你爷爷那会儿在路易斯安那铲大粪”。正相反，弟兄们，你可以直视着他的眼睛，理直气壮的说：“小子，你爷爷我当年在巨牛逼的第三集团军和那个他妈的狗娘养的乔治•巴顿并肩作战！”
下面是原文：
Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bullshit. Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. You are here today for three reasons. First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. Second, you are here for your own self respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight. When you, here, everyone of you, were kids, you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big league ball players, and the All-American football players. Americans love a winner. Americans will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win all of the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; for the very idea of losing is hateful to an American.
You are not all going to die, Only two percent of you right here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes to all men. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he's not, he's a liar. Some men are cowards but they fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Americans pride themselves on being He Men and they ARE He Men. Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. They are not supermen.
All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call "chicken shit drilling". That, like everything else in this Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. I don't give a fuck for a man who's not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready for what's to come. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. If you're not alert, sometime, a German son-of-an-asshole-bitch is going to sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sockful of shit!
There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily, All because one man went to sleep on the job". He paused and the men grew silent. "But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did. An Army is a team. It lives, sleeps, eats, and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure horse shit. The bilious bastards who write that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about fucking!
We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we're going up against. By God, I do.
My men don't surrender, don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back. That's not just bull shit either. The kind of man that I want in my command is just like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Luger against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand, and busted the hell out of the Kraut with his helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they knew what the hell was coming off. And, all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. There was a real man!
All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain. What if every truck driver suddenly decided that he didn't like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped headlong into a ditch? The cowardly bastard could say, "Hell, they won't miss me, just one man in thousands". But, what if every man thought that way? Where in the hell would we be now? What would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like? No, Goddamnit, Americans don't think like that. Every man does his job. Every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important in the vast scheme of this war. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns and machinery of war to keep us rolling. The Quartermaster is needed to bring up food and clothes because where we are going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man on K.P. has a job to do, even the one who heats our water to keep us from getting the 'G.I. Shits'.
Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men. One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious fire fight in Tunisia. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that. He answered, "Fixing the wire, Sir". I asked, "Isn't that a little unhealthy right about now?" He answered, "Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed". I asked, "Don't those planes strafing the road bother you?" And he answered, "No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!" Now, there was a real man. A real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds. And you should have seen those trucks on the rode to Tunisia. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of those men drove for over forty consecutive hours. These men weren't combat men, but they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it, and in one hell of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable.
Don't forget, you men don't know that I'm here. No mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell happened to me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be here in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the Goddamned Germans. Some day I want to see them raise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl, 'Jesus Christ, it's the Goddamned Third Army again and that son-of-a-fucking-bitch Patton'.
We want to get the hell over there, The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit.
Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to Berlin", he yelled, "I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I'd shoot a snake!
When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a German will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one either. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We're not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we're going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You've got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it's the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you'll know what to do!
I don't want to get any messages saying, "I am holding my position." We are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy's balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all of the time. Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like shit through a tin horn!
From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I don't give a good Goddamn about such complaints. I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder WE push, the more Germans we will kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that.
There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great World War II, you WON'T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, "Well, your Granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana." No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, "Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton!"
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| 回复人：易北河
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回复时间：2006-03-12 08:59
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FALCON是你翻的吗?唉,光这外语就让愚兄哀叹不如.今天我们学习巴顿仍有现实意义,就是在市场经济中不畏艰难和对手,把别人的银子都搂到自己怀里.
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| 回复人：兰亭
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回复时间：2006-03-12 09:26
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的确是生猛啊，粗粗地对照了一下原文，发现falcon 的翻译可谓生动精当，呵呵，难怪老巴的军队战无不胜。
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| 回复人：扬帆
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回复时间：2006-03-12 09:48
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呵呵，找不出一个合适的词来形容此篇演讲，“生猛”似乎相对贴切。牛啊。
对照原文，原以为译文的粗语是falcon 为艺术化而加工得之，对照原文才发现他已经把巴顿的用词“文”化了呢！比如，“crock of bullshit”翻成“扯淡”等。
谢谢falcon给我们奉上这精彩的演讲！
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| 回复人：falcon
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回复时间：2006-03-12 14:40
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To: 易北兄
哈，是小弟翻译的，不然可不敢放在原创里了（这里发文章只有原创和转帖，也没别的可选啊）。这是俺第一次完整的翻译一个非技术文献。前后花了起码有十几个钟头吧，好几个晚上的业余时间都干进去了。感觉真的是比翻专业文献的照本宣科要难太多了。这还是流传极广的名篇，前人翻译的版本都不只一个了——不过原文的版本也是有好几个，因为当时巴顿是即兴演讲没有纪录，并且由于场合需要后来的不少版本比我这里翻译的这个要精简，删掉好多少儿不宜可是其实极传神的部分。——我以前看过的翻译至少有两个。因为这样而对整个演
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| 回复人：endless
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回复时间：2006-03-12 19:14
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en,巴顿将军算是本人偶像之一，牛人啊，真不能想象二战缺了他会是怎样的局势演变。
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| 回复人：老树
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回复时间：2006-03-13 12:51
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牛，还好我看中文的就能觉得他的激情了，不用再读原文（其实还是因为生词太多）
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| 回复人：float
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回复时间：2006-03-18 05:03
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| 回复人：扬帆
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回复时间：2006-03-21 09:10
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to float:是啊是啊，回头让老树给你和易北河兄长做一个好漂亮好漂亮的功勋章！嘻嘻。
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| 回复人：float
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回复时间：2006-03-23 03:31
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没有想到还有人和我平分这个 奖项， 不过比没有好啦：）
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