阿甘正传(英文版)-第12章

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back　home　an　get　us　a　srimp　boat　an　get　in　the　srimpin　bidness。　bubba　e　from　bayou　la

batre；　an　work　on　srimp　boats　all　his　life。　he　say　maybe　we　can　get　us　a　loan　an　we　can　take　turns

bein　captain　an　all；　an　we　can　live　on　the　boat　an　will　have　somethin　to　do。　bubba'；s　got　it　all

figgered　out。　so　many　pounds　of　srimp　to　pay　off　the　loan　on　the　boat；　so　much　to　pay　for　gas；　so

much　for　what　we　eat　an　such；　an　all　the　rest　is　left　for　us　to　ass　aroun　with。　i　be　picherin　it　in　my

head；　standin　at　the　wheel　of　the　srimp　boat—　or　even　better；　settin　there　on　the　back　of　the　boat

eatin　srimp！　but　when　i　tell　bubba　bout　that；　he　say；　〃goddamn；　forrest；　your　big　ass'；ll　eat　us

outta　house　an　home。　we　don'；t　be　eatin　none　of　the　srimp　afore　we　start　makin　a　profit。〃　okay；

that　make　sense—　it　all　right　with　me。



it　menced　rainin　one　day　an　did　not　stop　for　two　months。　we　went　thru　ever　different

kind　of　rain　they　is；　cep'；n　maybe　sleet　or　hail。　it　was　little　tiny　stingin　rain　sometimes；　an　big　ole

fat　rain　at　others。　it　came　sidewise　an　straight　down　an　sometimes　even　seem　to　e　up　from　the

groun。　nevertheless；　we　was　expected　to　do　our　shit；　which　was　mainly　walkin　up　an　down　the

hills　an　stuff　lookin　for　gooks。



one　day　we　foun　them。　they　must　of　been　holdin　a　gook　convention　or　somethin；　cause　it

seem　like　the　same　sort　of　deal　as　when　you　step　on　a　anthill　and　they　all　e　swarmin　aroun。

we　cannot　fly　our　planes　in　this　kind　of　stuff　either；　so　in　about　two　minutes　or　so；　we　is　back　in

trouble　again。



this　time　they　has　caught　us　with　our　pants　down。　we　is　crossin　this　rice　paddy　an　all　of　a

sudden　from　everwhere　they　start　thowin　shit　at　us。　people　is　shoutin　and　screamin　an　gettin　shot

an　somebody　says；　〃fall　back！〃　well；　i　pick　up　my　machine　gun　an　start　running　alongside

everbody　else　for　some　palm　trees　which　at　least　look　like　they　might　keep　the　rain　offen　us。　we

has　formed　a　perimeter　of　sorts　an　is　gettin　ready　to　start　preparin　for　another　long　night　when　i

lookaroun　for　bubba　an　he　ain'；t　there。



somebody　say　bubba　was　out　in　the　rice　paddy　an　he　is　hurt；　an　i　say；　〃goddamn；〃　an

sergeant　kranz；　he　hear　me；　an　say；　〃gump；　you　can'；t　go　out　there。〃　but　shit　on　that—　i　leave　the

machine　gun　behind　cause　it　jus　be　extra　weight；　an　start　pumpin　hard　for　where　i　last　seen

bubba。　but　halfway　out　i　nearly　step　on　a　feller　from　2nd　platoon　who　is　mighty　hurt；　an　he　look

up　at　me　with　his　han　out；　an　so　i　think；　shit；　what　can　i　do？　so　i　grap　him　up　an　run　back　with

him　fast　as　i　can。　bullets　an　stuff　be　flyin　all　over。　it　is　somethin　i　simply　cannot　understand—

why　in　hell　is　we　doin　all　this；　anyway？　playin　football　is　one　thing。　but　this；　i　do　not　know　why。

goddamn。



i　brung　that　boy　back　an　run　out　again　an　damn　if　i　don'；t　e　across　somebody　else。　so　i

reach　down　to　pick　him　up　an　bring　him　back；　too；　but　when　i　do；　his　brains　fall　out　on　the　paddy

groun；　cause　the　back　of　his　head　blowed　off。　shit。



so　i　drop　his　ass　an　kep　on　goin　an　sure　enough；　there　is　bubba；　who　is　been　hit　twice　in　the

chest；　an　i　say；　〃bubba；　it　gonna　be　okay；　you　hear；　cause　we　gotta　get　that　srimp　boat　an　all；〃　an　i

carry　him　back　to　where　we　is　set　up　an　layed　him　on　the　groun。　when　i　catch　my　breath；　i　look

down　an　my　shirt　all　covered　with　blood　an　bluish　yeller　goo　from　where　bubba　is　hurt；　an　bubba

is　lookin　up　at　me；　an　he　say；　〃fuck　it；　forrest；　why　this　happen？〃　well；　what　in　hell　am　i　gonna

say？



then　bubba　axe　me；　〃forrest；　you　play　me　a　song　on　the　harmonica？〃　so　i　get　it　out；　an　start

playin　somethin—　i　don'；t　even　know　what；　an　then　bubba　say；　〃forrest；　would　you　please　play

'；way　down　upon　the　swanee　river'；？〃　an　i　say；　〃sure；　bubba。〃　i　have　to　wipe　off　the

mouthpiece；　an　then　i　start　to　play　an　there　is　still　a　terrible　lot　of　shootin　goin　on；　an　i　know　i

ought　to　be　with　my　machine　gun；　but　what　the　hell；　i　played　that　song。



i　hadn'；t　noticed　it；　but　it　had　quit　rainin　an　the　sky　done　turned　a　awful　pinkish　color。　it　made

everbody'；s　face　look　like　death　itsef；　an　for　some　reason；　the　gooks　done　quit　shootin　for　a　wile；



　



an　so　had　we。　i　played　〃way　down　upon　the　swanee　river〃　over　an　over　again；　kneelin　nex

to　bubba　wile　the　medic　give　him　a　shot　an　tend　to　him　best　he　could。　bubba　done　grapped　a　holt

to　my　leg　an　his　eyes　got　all　cloudy　an　that　terrible　pink　sky　seem　to　drain　all　the　color　in　his　face。



he　was　tryin　to　say　somethin；　an　so　i　bent　over　real　close　to　hear　what　it　was。　but　i　never

coud　make　it　out。　so　i　axed　the　medic；　〃you　hear　what　he　say？〃　an　the　medic　say；　〃home。　he

said；　home。〃　bubba；　he　died；　an　that'；s　all　i　got　to　say　bout　that。



the　rest　of　the　night　was　the　worst　i　have　ever　known。　they　was　no　way　they　could　get　any

hep　to　us；　since　it　begun　stormin　again。　them　gooks　was　so　close　we　could　hear　them　talkin　with

each　other；　an　at　one　point　it　was　han　to　han　fightin　in　the　1st　platoon。　at　dawn；　they　call　in　a

napalm　airplane；　but　it　drop　the　shit　damn　near　right　on　top　of　us。　our　own　fellers　be　all　singed　an

burnt　up—　e　runnin　out　into　the　open；　eyes　big　as　biscuits；　everbody　cussin　an　sweatin　an

scared；　woods　set　on　fire；　damn　near　put　the　rain　out！



somewhere　in　all　this；　i　got　mysef　shot；　an；　as　luck　would　have　it；　i　was　hit　in　the　ass。　i　can'；t

even　remember　it。　we　was　all　in　awful　shape。　i　don'；t　know　what　happened。　everthing　all　fouled

up。　i　jus　left　the　machine　gun。　i　didn'；t　give　a　shit　no　more。　i　went　to　a　place　back　of　a　tree　an　jus

curl　up　an　start　cryin。　bubba　gone；　srimp　boat　gone；　an　he　the　only　friend　i　ever　had—　cept　maybe

jenny　curran；　an　i　done　mess　that　up　too。　wadn'；t　for　my　mama；　i　might　as　well　of　jus　died　right

there—　of　ole　age　or　somethin；　whatever—　it　didn'；t　matter。



after　a　wile；　they　start　landin　some　relief　in　heliocopters；　and　i　guess　the　napalm　bomb　have

frightened　away　the　gooks。　they　must　of　figgered　that　if　we　was　willing　to　do　that　to　ourselfs；

then　what　the　hell　would　we　of　done　to　them？



they　takin　the　wounded　outta　there；　when　along　e　sergeant　kranz；　hair　all　singed　off；

clothes　burnt　up；　looking　like　he　jus　got　shot　out　of　a　cannon。　he　say；　〃gump；　you　done　real　good

yesterday；　boy；〃　an　then　he　axe　me　if　i　want　a　cigarette。



i　say　i　don'；t　smoke；　an　he　nod。　〃gump；〃　he　says；　〃you　are　not　the　smartest　feller　i　have　ever

had；　but　you　is　one　hell　of　a　soldier。　i　wish　i　had　a　hundrit　like　you。〃



he　axe　me　if　it　hurt；　an　i　say　no；　but　that　ain'；t　the　truth。　〃gump；〃　he　say；　〃you　is　goin　home；　i

guess　you　know　that。〃



i　axe　him　where　is　bubba；　an　sergeant　kranz　look　at　me　kind　of　funny。　〃he　be　along

directly；〃　he　says。　i　axed　if　i　can　ride　on　the　same　heliocopter　with　bubba；　an　sergeant　kranz　say；

no；　bubba　got　to　go　out　last；　cause　he　got　kilt。



they　had　stuck　me　with　a　big　needle　full　of　some　kind　of　shit　that　made　me　feel　better；　but　i

remember；　i　reached　up　an　grapped　sergeant　kranz　by　the　arm；　an　i　say；　〃i　ain'；t　never　axed　no

favors　afore；　but　would　you　put　bubba　on　the　heliocopter　yoursef；　an　make　sure　he　get　there

okay？〃



〃sure；　gump；〃　he　say。　〃what　the　hell—　we　will　even　get　him　acmodations　in　first　class。〃　　


　。。



阿甘正传（英文版）7

＜小＞说？网

i　was　at　the　hospital　at　danang　for　most　of　two　months。　so　far　as　a　hospital

went；　it　were　not　much；　but　we　slep　on　cots　with　mosquito　nets；　an　they　was　wooden　plank　floors

that　was　swep　clean　twice　a　day；　which　was　more　than　you　can　say　for　the　kind　of　livin　i'；d　got

used　to。



they　was　some　people　hurt　far　worst　than　i　was　in　that　hospital；　let　me　tell　you。　po　ole　boys

with　arms　an　legs　an　feet　an　hans　an　who　knows　what　else　missin。　boys　what　had　been　shot　in

they　stomachs　an　chests　an　faces。　at　night　the　place　sound　like　a　torture　chamber—　them　fellers

be　howlin　and　cryin　an　callin　for　they　mamas。



they　was　a　guy　nex　to　my　cot　name　of　dan；　who　had　been　blowed　up　inside　a　tank。　he　was

all　burnt　an　had　tubes　goin　in　an　out　of　him　everplace；　but　i　never　heard　him　holler。　he　talk　real

low　an　quiet；　an　after　a　day　or　so；　him　an　me　got　to　be　friends。　dan　e　from　the　state　of

connecticut；　an　he　were　a　teacher　of　history　when　they　grapped　him　up　an　thowed　him　into　the

army。　but　cause　he　was　smart；　they　sent　him　to　officer　school　an　made　him　a　lieutenant。　most　of

the　lieutenants　i　knowed　was　bout　as　simple…minded　as　me；　but　dan　were　different。　he　have　his

own　philosophy　bout　why　we　was　there；　which　was　that　we　was　doin　maybe　the　wrong　thing　for

the　right　reasons；　or　visa…versa；　but　whatever　it　is；　we　ain'；t　doin　it　right。　him　bein　a　tank　officer　an

all；　he　say　it　rediculous　for　us　to　be　wagin　a　war　in　a　place　where　we　can'；t　hardly　use　our　tanks　on

account　of　the　land　is　mostly　swamp　or　mountains。　i　tole　him　bout　bubba　an　all；　an　he　nod　his

head　very　sadly　an　say　they　will　be　a　lot　more　bubbas　to　die　afore　this　thing　is　over。



after　bout　a　week　or　so；　they　move　me　to　another　part　o