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Dear Dave,
親愛的戴夫，
This is in memory of an anniversary — the anniversary of October 27th, 1943, when I first heard you singing in North Africa.
這封信是為了紀念我們一周年，紀念1943年10月27日，我第一次在北非聽見你的歌聲。
That song brings memories of the happiest times I've ever known.
這首歌帶給了我此生最美好的回憶。
Memories of a GI show troop — curtains made from barrage balloons — spotlights made from cocoa cans — rehearsals that ran late into the evenings — and a handsome boy with a wonderful tenor voice.
那時我們在進行軍隊表演，把攔截氣球用作窗簾，把可可罐用做聚光燈，彩排一直持續(xù)到深夜，還有那個歌聲悅耳的帥氣男孩。
Opening night at a theatre in Canastel — perhaps a bit too much muscatel, and someone who understood.
在納斯特爾劇院的首演，我可能有點喝多了，才發(fā)現(xiàn)原來有人懂我。
Exciting days playing in the beautiful and stately Municipal Opera House in Oran — a misunderstanding — an understanding in the wings just before opening chorus.
在奧蘭美麗莊嚴的市歌劇院演出的那些日子，在開場合唱前我們有了誤會，但又馬上和好。
Drinks at "Coq d'or" — dinner at the "Auberge" — a ring and a promise given.
在Coq d'or把酒言歡，在客棧共進晚餐，隨后你向我求婚。
The show 1st Armoured — muscatel, scotch, wine — someone who had to be carried from the truck and put to bed in his tent.
有一次，我們?nèi)タ戳恕兜谝谎b甲》這場戲劇，喝了很多酒，我需要把你從卡車上背下來，把你送回帳篷里睡覺。
A night of pouring rain and two very soaked GIs beneath a solitary tree on an African plain.
還有那一晚，大雨傾盆，我們倆全身濕透躲在非洲平原一棵孤零零的樹下。
A borrowed French convertible — a warm sulphur spring, the cool Mediterranean, and a picnic of "rations" and hot cokes.
有一次，我們借了一輛法式敞篷車，去泡硫磺溫泉，享受地中海的清涼，“定量”的野餐和熱可樂。
Two lieutenants who were smart enough to know the score, but not smart enough to realize that we wanted to be alone.
兩個聰明的中尉了解我們的關(guān)系，但卻不知道我們不希望被打擾。
