幸存者 · 18 I Survived the Battle of D-Day, 1944
CHAPTER 12 Paul followed Maman and Mr. Spire as they carried Victor to another room. Paul grabbed Victor's hand. Victor gave his hand a little squeeze, but didn't open his eyes. "Paul," Maman said gently. "Stay with the others." Paul tried to go in the room anyway, but Maman started to shut the door. Ellie managed to whoosh in just before she closed it tight.
第十二章保罗跟在妈妈和斯皮尔先生后面,他们把维克多抬到另一个房间。 保罗抓住维克多的手。 维克多捏了捏他的手,但没有睁开眼睛。 “保罗,”妈妈温柔地说。 “和其他人呆在一起。”保罗无论如何都想进房间,但是妈妈开始把门关上。 埃莉在把门关上之前设法冲了进来。
Paul's whole body was shaking. Somehow, he made it back to the radio room. Mrs. Bernard took Paul gently by the hand. "Your mother has helped wounded soldiers before," she said quietly. "Our group has helped rescue nearly fifty Allied pilots who crashed around Le Roc over the years. She knows what to do." Paul sat down at the table, where Pierre was telling Mr. Leon what happened. "There were two guards in front of the barn, just as we expected," Pierre said. He had his boot off. His ankle was swollen like a melon. It looked broken, or at least very badly sprained. "We snuck in through a side door. But we didn't realize there was a third soldier in back. As we were leaving, he spotted us. And then they all came after us. Marie got two of them. And I got the third… but not before he shot Marie." Pierre shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "It's my fault. I should have seen him."
保罗整个身体都在颤抖。 不知怎么的,他回到了无线电室。 伯纳德太太轻轻地拉着保罗的手。 “你妈妈以前帮助过受伤的士兵,”她平静地说。 “多年来,我们的组织帮助拯救了近50名在勒洛克附近坠毁的盟军飞行员。 她知道该怎么做。”保罗在桌子旁坐下,皮埃尔正告诉里昂先生发生了什么事。 “正如我们所预料的,谷仓前有两个卫兵。”皮埃尔说。 他脱了靴子。他的脚踝肿得像个瓜。 它看起来断了,或者至少扭伤得很严重。 “我们从侧门溜进去。 但我们不知道后面还有第三个士兵。 我们正要离开时,他看见了我们。 然后他们都来追杀我们。 玛丽买了两个。然后我又打了第三个……但那是在他向玛丽开枪之前。” 皮埃尔摇了摇头,泪流满面。 “这是我的错。我应该看到他的。”
"No," Mr. Leon said sternly. "You cannot blame yourself." "I didn't even know Victor had been shot," he said. "He said nothing. And I hurt my ankle during the fight; I was worrying about myself. But then, after about a mile, I could see that Victor was about to drop. He was shot in the shoulder. It's bad." Mr. Leon's face looked calm. But his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. "Jacques," Pierre said. "There's something else. About the Nebelwerfers…" "What?" Mr. Leon said. "They weren't there. The barn was empty except for some boxes of ammunition. The Nebelwerfers must have been moved." Pierre pulled out a notebook with a swastika on the cover. "Victor managed to swipe this from a desk. Hopefully it tells us where the weapons are. We planned to go to find them ourselves. But now…"
“不,”莱昂先生严厉地说。 “你不能责怪自己。” “我甚至不知道维克多中枪了,”他说。 他什么也没说。我在比赛中扭伤了脚踝;我在担心我自己。 但过了大约一英里后,我看到维克多就要掉下去了。 他肩部中弹。 这是坏的。”莱昂先生的脸看起来很平静。 但他的拳头攥得太紧了,指关节都发白了。 “雅克。”皮埃尔说。“还有一件事。 关于尼伯维尔人……”“什么?”莱昂说。 “他们不在那里。谷仓里除了几箱弹药外空无一人。 尼伯维尔人一定是搬走了。” 皮埃尔掏出一本封面上有纳粹十字记号的笔记本。 “维克多设法从桌子上偷走了这个。 希望能告诉我们武器在哪里。 我们打算自己去找他们。 但现在……”
Mr. Leon took the notebook. "Pierre," he said. "You did everything you could. We have a long night ahead of us. We must gather our strength for what's to come." Mr. Leon and Mrs. Bernard began to study the notebook that Pierre had brought from the warehouse. Paul looked over Mr. Leon's shoulder. Pierre was right. The notebook was a careful list of all the weapons, with a map showing where they were placed. "Their code for Nebelwerfer is NbW," Mrs. Bernard told them. "Look for that." They paged through the book. "There!" Paul cried as Mr. Leon flipped a page. "Good eye, son," Mr. Leon said. "Looks like they've put them on the cliffs, over the beach." Maman had said that this nightmare was about to end. But Paul now wondered if a new one was about to begin.
李昂先生接过笔记本。 “皮埃尔。”他说。“你已经尽力了。 我们还有漫漫长夜等着我们呢。 我们必须为即将到来的事情积蓄力量。” 里昂先生和伯纳德太太开始研究皮埃尔从仓库带来的笔记本。 保罗从利昂先生的肩膀上看过去。 皮埃尔说得对。笔记本上详细列出了所有武器,并附有一张地图,标明了武器的存放位置。 “尼伯维尔弗的代号是NbW,”伯纳德太太告诉他们。 “去找吧。”他们把书翻了一遍。 “有!”当里昂先生翻到下一页时,保罗哭了。 “好眼力,孩子,”莱昂先生说。 “看起来他们把它们放在悬崖上,放在海滩上。” 妈妈说过这场噩梦就要结束了。 但保罗现在想知道一个新的世界是否即将开始。
