Diary of an Unknown Soldier

I remember the Argonne, 1918.
我仍依稀记得1918年，在阿尔贡森林
The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day.
那场战斗的回响至今使我心有余悸：
Machine gun fire from enemy lines.
敌人阵地的机枪扫射
The sickening sound of a bayonet tearing through human flesh.
刺刀扎进血肉那令人作呕的声响
The soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation.
我身旁的士兵在绝望中拔出手枪一阵乱射
All these sounds still echo in my mind,
所有这些久久萦绕在我耳边
And as conducted by Death himself it all comes together as music.
在死神之手的编排下，谱写成一首乐曲
A rhythm of death
那是死亡的旋律
A symphony of war
那是战争的交响乐