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；