作业帮跪求一段英文战争场面描写!
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跪求一段英文战争场面描写!
急需一段啥都可以 就是以一个士兵身份像亲身参与一段战争一样.描写的是美国南北战争更好.一段英文的战争场面描写.
一段就行.
急需一段啥都可以 就是以一个士兵身份像亲身参与一段战争一样.描写的是美国南北战争更好.一段英文的战争场面描写.
一段就行.
Word spread that I spoke Vietnamese and the conductor soon called me to the front and cleared a space for me. He asked me where I was from and laughed maniacally at my response, then clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder to keep me in place.
"Before, I VeeCee!" He said in pidgin Vietnamese, loudly enough to include several rows of openly eavesdropping passengers. "I kill two Americans in war. Bang Bang!" He laughed again, cocked an imaginary trigger and fired twice. Before I could react he reached into a plastic bag, pulled out a fresh baguette and tore it in half. "Different now," he said, "Welcome back!" and handed me a piece. I took it with numb fingers. He settled down beside me, munching on his bread, and regaled me with stories of his years in the jungle, of carrying his ration of rice in a tubular sock, the feast when a hapless village cow stepped on a hidden mine and the famine that followed.
When he heard that we had no clear destination in mind for the night he chose a picturesque village and insisted that the bus driver take us directly to the guesthouse door. He wasn't trying to make up for the two dead soldiers he had once had in his gun sights; his own family had lost three sons and he still carried heavy shrapnel scars in his elbow and calf. For him the war was over, its sorrows laid to rest, and he was ready to move on."
"Before, I VeeCee!" He said in pidgin Vietnamese, loudly enough to include several rows of openly eavesdropping passengers. "I kill two Americans in war. Bang Bang!" He laughed again, cocked an imaginary trigger and fired twice. Before I could react he reached into a plastic bag, pulled out a fresh baguette and tore it in half. "Different now," he said, "Welcome back!" and handed me a piece. I took it with numb fingers. He settled down beside me, munching on his bread, and regaled me with stories of his years in the jungle, of carrying his ration of rice in a tubular sock, the feast when a hapless village cow stepped on a hidden mine and the famine that followed.
When he heard that we had no clear destination in mind for the night he chose a picturesque village and insisted that the bus driver take us directly to the guesthouse door. He wasn't trying to make up for the two dead soldiers he had once had in his gun sights; his own family had lost three sons and he still carried heavy shrapnel scars in his elbow and calf. For him the war was over, its sorrows laid to rest, and he was ready to move on."