巴頓將軍的戰(zhàn)前動(dòng)員講話(中英文對(duì)照).doc

巴頓將軍的戰(zhàn)前動(dòng)員講話(中英文對(duì)照).txt20如果你努力去發(fā)現(xiàn)美好，美好會(huì)發(fā)現(xiàn)你；如果你努力去尊重他人，你也會(huì)獲得別人尊重；如果你努力去幫助他人，你也會(huì)得到他人的幫助。生命就像一種回音，你送出什么它就送回什么，你播種什么就收獲什么，你給予什么就得到什么。巴頓將軍的戰(zhàn)前動(dòng)員講話(中英文對(duì)照)弟兄們：最近有些小道消息，說我們美國人對(duì)這次戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)想置身事外，缺乏斗志。那全是一堆臭狗屎！美國人從來就喜歡打仗。真正的美國人喜歡戰(zhàn)場(chǎng)上的刀光劍影。你們今天在這里，有三個(gè)原因。一，你們來這，是為了保衛(wèi)家鄉(xiāng)和親人。二，你們來這，是為了榮譽(yù)，因?yàn)槟愦藭r(shí)不想在其他任何地方。三，你們來這，是因?yàn)槟銈兪钦嬲哪凶訚h，真正的男子漢都喜歡打仗。當(dāng)今天在座的各位還都是孩子的時(shí)候，大家就崇拜彈球冠軍、短跑健將、拳擊好手和職業(yè)球員。美國人熱愛勝利者。美國人對(duì)失敗者從不寬恕。美國人蔑視懦夫。美國人既然參賽，就要贏。我對(duì)那種輸了還笑的人嗤之以鼻。正因如此，美國人迄今尚未打輸過一場(chǎng)戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)，將來也不會(huì)輸。一個(gè)真正的美國人，連失敗的念頭，都會(huì)恨之入骨。你們不會(huì)全部犧牲。每次主要戰(zhàn)斗下來，你們當(dāng)中只可能犧牲百分之二。不要怕死。每個(gè)人終究都會(huì)死。沒錯(cuò)，第一次上戰(zhàn)場(chǎng)，每個(gè)人都會(huì)膽怯。如果有人說他不害怕，那是撒謊。有的人膽小，但這并不妨礙他們象勇士一樣戰(zhàn)斗，因?yàn)槿绻渌瑯幽懬拥膽?zhàn)友在那奮勇作戰(zhàn)，而他們袖手旁觀的話，他們將無地自容。真正的英雄，是即使膽怯，照樣勇敢作戰(zhàn)的男子漢。有的戰(zhàn)士在火線上不到一分鐘，便會(huì)克服恐懼。有的要一小時(shí)。還有的，大概要幾天工夫。但是，真正的男子漢，不會(huì)讓對(duì)死亡的恐懼戰(zhàn)勝榮譽(yù)感、責(zé)任感和雄風(fēng)。戰(zhàn)斗是不甘居人下的男子漢最能表現(xiàn)自己膽量的競(jìng)爭(zhēng)。戰(zhàn)斗會(huì)逼出偉大，剔除渺小。美國人以能成為雄中之雄而自豪，而且他們也正是雄中之雄。大家要記住，敵人和你們一樣害怕，很可能更害怕。他們不是刀槍不入。在大家的軍旅生涯中，你們稱演習(xí)訓(xùn)練為“雞屎”，經(jīng)常怨聲載道。這些訓(xùn)練演習(xí)，如軍中其它條條框框一樣，自有它們的目的。訓(xùn)練演習(xí)的目的，就是培養(yǎng)大家的警惕性。警惕性必須滲透到每個(gè)戰(zhàn)士的血管中去。對(duì)放松警惕的人，我決不手軟。你們大家都是槍林彈雨里沖殺出來的，不然你們今天也不會(huì)在這兒。你們對(duì)將要到來的廝殺，都會(huì)有所準(zhǔn)備。誰要是想活著回來，就必須每時(shí)每刻保持警惕。只要你有哪怕是一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)的疏忽，就會(huì)有個(gè)狗娘養(yǎng)的德國鬼子悄悄溜到你的背后，用一坨屎置你于死地！在西西里的某個(gè)地方，有一塊墓碑碼得整整齊齊的墓地，里面埋了四百具陣亡將士的尸體。那四百條漢子升天，只因一名哨兵打了個(gè)盹。令人欣慰地是，他們都是德國軍人。我們先于那些狗雜種發(fā)現(xiàn)了他們的哨兵打盹。一個(gè)戰(zhàn)斗隊(duì)是個(gè)集體。大家在那集體里一起吃飯，一起睡覺，一起戰(zhàn)斗。所謂的個(gè)人英雄主義是一堆馬糞。那些膽汁過剩、整日在星期六晚間郵報(bào)上拉馬糞的家伙，對(duì)真正戰(zhàn)斗的了解，并不比他們搞女人的知識(shí)多。我們有世界上最好的給養(yǎng)、最好的武器設(shè)備、最旺盛的斗志和最棒的戰(zhàn)士。說實(shí)在地，我真可憐那些將和我們作戰(zhàn)的狗雜種們。真地。我麾下的將士從不投降。我不想聽到我手下的任何戰(zhàn)士被俘的消息，除非他們先受了傷。即便受了傷，你同樣可以還擊。這不是吹大牛。我愿我的部下，都象在利比亞作戰(zhàn)時(shí)的一位我軍少尉。當(dāng)時(shí)一個(gè)德國鬼子用手槍頂著他胸膛，他甩下鋼盔，一只手撥開手槍，另只手抓住鋼盔，把那鬼子打得七竅流血。然后，他拾起手槍，在其他鬼子反應(yīng)過來之前，擊斃了另一個(gè)鬼子。在此之前，他的一側(cè)肺葉已被一顆子彈洞穿。這，才是一個(gè)真正的男子漢！不是所有的英雄都象傳奇故事里描述的那樣。軍中每個(gè)戰(zhàn)士都扮演一個(gè)重要角色。千萬不要吊兒郎當(dāng)，以為自己的任務(wù)無足輕重。每個(gè)人都有自己的任務(wù)，而且必須做好。每個(gè)人都是一條長鏈上的必不可少的環(huán)節(jié)。大家可以設(shè)想一下，如果每個(gè)卡車司機(jī)都突然決定，不愿再忍受頭頂呼嘯的炮彈的威脅，膽怯起來，跳下車去，一頭栽到路旁的水溝中躲起來，那會(huì)產(chǎn)生什么樣的后果。這個(gè)懦弱的狗雜種可以給自己找借口：“管他娘的，沒我地球照樣轉(zhuǎn)，我不過是千萬分之一?！钡绻總€(gè)人都這樣想呢？到那時(shí)，我們?cè)趺崔k？我們的國家、親人甚至整個(gè)世界會(huì)是怎么一個(gè)樣子？不，他奶奶的，美國人不那樣想。每個(gè)人都應(yīng)完成他的任務(wù)。每個(gè)人都應(yīng)對(duì)集體負(fù)責(zé)。每個(gè)部門，每個(gè)戰(zhàn)斗隊(duì)，對(duì)整個(gè)戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)的宏偉篇章，都是重要的。彈藥武器人員讓我們槍有所發(fā)，炮有所射。沒有后勤人員給我們送衣送飯，我們就會(huì)饑寒交迫，因?yàn)樵谖覀円プ鲬?zhàn)的地方，已經(jīng)無可偷搶。指揮部的所有人員，都各有所用，即使是個(gè)只管燒水幫我們洗去征塵的勤務(wù)兵。每個(gè)戰(zhàn)士不能只想著自己，也要想著身邊一起出生入死的戰(zhàn)友。我們軍隊(duì)容不得膽小鬼。所有的膽小鬼都應(yīng)象耗子一樣被斬盡殺絕。否則，戰(zhàn)后他們就會(huì)溜回家去，生出更多的膽小鬼來。老子英雄兒好漢，老子懦夫兒軟蛋。干掉所有狗日的膽小鬼，我們的國家將是勇士的天下。我所見過的最勇敢的好漢，是在突尼斯一次激烈的戰(zhàn)斗中，爬到電話竿上的一個(gè)通訊兵。我正好路過，便停下問他，在這樣危險(xiǎn)的時(shí)候爬到那么高的地方瞎折騰什么？他答道：“在修理線路，將軍?！蔽覇枺骸斑@個(gè)時(shí)候不是太危險(xiǎn)了嗎？”他答道：“是危險(xiǎn)，將軍，但線路不修不行啊?！蔽覇枺骸皵硻C(jī)低空掃射，不打擾你嗎？”他答：“敵機(jī)不怎么打擾，將軍，你倒是打擾得一塌糊涂?！钡苄謧?，那才是真正的男子漢，真正的戰(zhàn)士。他全心全意地履行自己的職責(zé)，不管那職責(zé)當(dāng)時(shí)看起來多么地不起眼，不管情況有多危險(xiǎn)。還有那些通往突尼斯的路上的卡車司機(jī)們，他們真了不起。他們沒日沒夜，行駛在那狗娘養(yǎng)的破路上，從不停歇，從不偏向，把四處開花的炮彈當(dāng)成伴奏。我們能順利前進(jìn)，全靠這些天不怕地不怕的美國硬漢。這些司機(jī)中，有人連續(xù)開車已經(jīng)超過四十小時(shí)。他們不屬戰(zhàn)斗部隊(duì)，但他們同樣是軍人，有重要的任務(wù)要完成。任務(wù)他們是完成了，而且完成得真他娘的棒！他們是大集體的一部分。如果沒有大家的共同努力，沒有他們，那場(chǎng)戰(zhàn)斗可能就輸?shù)袅?。只因所有環(huán)節(jié)都各司其職，各盡其責(zé)，整個(gè)鏈條才堅(jiān)不可破。大家要記住，算我沒來過這里。千萬不要在信件里提及我。按理說，我是死是活，對(duì)外界要保密，我既不統(tǒng)率第三集團(tuán)軍，更不在英國。讓那些狗日的德國佬第一個(gè)發(fā)現(xiàn)吧！我希望有一天看到，那些狗雜種們屁滾尿流，哀鳴道：“我的天哪！又是那挨千刀的第三集團(tuán)軍！又是那狗娘養(yǎng)的巴頓！” 我們已經(jīng)迫不及待了。早一日收拾掉萬惡的德國鬼子，我們就能早一日掉轉(zhuǎn)槍口，去端日本鬼子的老巢。如果我們不抓緊，功勞就會(huì)全讓狗娘養(yǎng)的海軍陸戰(zhàn)隊(duì)搶去了。是的，我們是想早日回家。我們想讓這場(chǎng)戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)早日結(jié)束。最快的辦法，就是干掉燃起這場(chǎng)戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)的狗雜種們。早一日把他們消滅干凈，我們就可以早一日凱旋。回家的捷徑，要通過柏林和東京。到了柏林，我要親手干掉那個(gè)紙老虎、狗雜種希特勒，就象干掉一條蛇！誰要想在炮彈坑里蹲上一天，就讓他見鬼去吧！德國鬼子遲早會(huì)找到他的頭上。我的手下不挖貓耳洞，我也不希望他們挖。貓耳洞只會(huì)使進(jìn)攻放緩。我們要持續(xù)進(jìn)攻，不給敵人挖貓耳洞的時(shí)間。我們遲早會(huì)勝利，但我們只有不停戰(zhàn)斗，比敵人勇敢，勝利才會(huì)到來。我們不僅要擊斃那些狗雜種們，而且要把他們的五臟六腑掏出來潤滑我們的坦克履帶。我們要讓那些狗日的德國鬼子尸積成山，血流成河。戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)本來就是血腥野蠻殘酷的。你不讓敵人流血，他們就會(huì)讓你流。挑開他們的肚子，給他們的胸膛上來上一槍。如果一顆炮彈在你身旁爆炸，炸了你一臉灰土，你一抹，發(fā)現(xiàn)那竟是你最好伙伴的模糊血肉時(shí)，你就知道該怎么辦了！我不想聽到報(bào)告說，“我們?cè)趫?jiān)守陣地。”我們不堅(jiān)守任何見鬼的陣地。讓德國鬼子堅(jiān)守去吧。我們要一刻不停地進(jìn)攻，除了敵人的卵子，我們對(duì)其它任何目標(biāo)都不感興趣。我們要扭住敵人的卵子不放，打得他們魂魄離竅。我們的基本作戰(zhàn)計(jì)劃，是前進(jìn)前進(jìn)再前進(jìn)，不管要從敵人身上身下爬過去，還是要從他們身體中鉆過去。我們要象擠出鵝腸或小號(hào)的屎那樣執(zhí)著，那樣無孔不入！有時(shí)免不了有人會(huì)抱怨，說我們對(duì)戰(zhàn)士要求太嚴(yán)，太不近情理。讓那些抱怨見鬼去吧！我堅(jiān)信一條金玉良言，就是“一杯汗水，會(huì)挽救一桶鮮血?！蔽覀冞M(jìn)攻得越堅(jiān)決，就會(huì)消滅越多的德國鬼子。我們消滅的德國鬼子越多，我們自己人死得就會(huì)越少。進(jìn)攻意味著更少的傷亡。我希望大家牢牢記住這一點(diǎn)。凱旋回家后，今天在座的弟兄們都會(huì)獲得一種值得夸耀的資格。二十年后，你會(huì)慶幸自己參加了此次世界大戰(zhàn)。到那時(shí)，當(dāng)你在壁爐邊，孫子坐在你的膝蓋上，問你：“爺爺，你在第二次世界大戰(zhàn)時(shí)干什么呢？”你不用尷尬地干咳一聲，把孫子移到另一個(gè)膝蓋上，吞吞吐吐地說：“啊爺爺我當(dāng)時(shí)在路易斯安那鏟糞?！?與此相反，弟兄們，你可以直盯著他的眼睛，理直氣壯地說：“孫子，爺爺我當(dāng)年在第三集團(tuán)軍和那個(gè)狗娘養(yǎng)的喬治巴頓并肩作戰(zhàn)！” Be seated.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 wouldnt give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. Thats 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 hes not, hes 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 dont give a fuck for a man whos not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldnt be here. You are ready for whats to come. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. If youre 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. 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 dont 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 were going up against. By God, I do.My men dont surrender, and I dont 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. Thats 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. Dont ever let up. Dont 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 didnt like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped headlong into a ditch? The cowardly bastard could say, Hell, they wont 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 dont 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 isnt 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 dont 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, Isnt that a little unhealthy right about now?He answered, Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed.I asked, Dont 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 werent 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.Dont forget, you men dont know that Im 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. Im not supposed to be commanding this Army. Im 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, its 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 Id 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 dont dig foxholes. I dont want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And dont give the enemy time to dig one either. Well win this war, but well win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that weve got more guts than they have; or ever will have.Were not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, were going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.Were going to murder those lousy Hun cock suckers by the bushel-fucking-basket.War is a bloody, killing business. Youve 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 its the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, youll know what to do!I dont want to get any messages saying, I am holding my position. We are not holding a Goddamned thing.Let the Germans do that.We