Unit 2 Home and Family 家和家人 passage-2/4 Hints: Freckleton World War II
Dad was pushing 80. But he always laughed off my concerns. Now the cancer came back. He had a month, two at most, he said, and merely asked me to save my strength for the golf course. We played a course near the English village of Freckleton. During World War II my father had served in an army on the outskirts of the village. A local told us, "There was quite a memorial service because of the bomber." I glanced at Dad. "Do you know the bomber?" His complexion had turned pale. "Yes. Come with me." I followed him to a burying ground at the rear of a church. "How did these folks die?" I asked. "They weren't folks. They were children. Four and five-year-olds. 38 in all. One of our bombers crashed into the school." He shut his eyes. "God, what a sight! I remember pulling away pieces of the plane, bricks and all these precious kids inside..."
父亲快80了。但他总是对我的关心一笑置之。现在，癌症复发。他还有一个月，最多两个月时间，他说，仅仅让我在高尔夫球场上多省点儿劲。 我们在近弗莱可顿的英国村庄打了一场。二战期间父亲曾经在村庄外围服役。 当地人告诉我们，“因为那次的轰炸机，这里有很多追悼活动。” 我盯着父亲。“你知道轰炸机吗？” 他的面色苍白。“知道。跟我来。” 我跟着他来到教堂后身的墓地。 “这些人是怎么死的？”我问。 “他们不是大人。他们都是孩子。四、五岁的。总计38人。其中的一驾轰炸机在校园坠毁。”他闭着眼睛。“上帝，好一个惨状! 我还记得拖走飞机残骸，砖瓦和所有那些宝贵的孩子们....”