高分求英语翻译谢谢
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时间：2024-10-05 13:30
An aside: There is a question in the world that has no answer, so they always lose.
Scene One: A dark sky, a ray of light shoots through the lens.
Scene Two: James is kneeling on the ground, looking up.
Scene Three: A positive figure.
God Almighty! Please grant me the wisdom, for I am faced with a problem! It has been troubling me, and I am determined to find the answer. I now understand that this problem may be one that the world has never had an answer to. My name is James, an American from Texas. I was once a soldier who fought in the Iraq War. War is残酷(cruel), and those who have not experienced it cannot understand it. Reflecting now, it feels as if everything happened just yesterday.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was leading a patrol in the outskirts of Baghdad, Iraq when we were attacked by a group of militants. From the very beginning, we were hit hard. I saw several of my comrades-in-arms instantaneously reduced to body parts by explosions. Among them was my brother from Texas, Pitt, who joined the military around the same time as me. We were like brothers, but in a flash, he was gone, not even leaving a trace. I have never seen such a horrible scene. I was scared, then I don't know if it was courage or something else that took over. In the chaos, I shot and killed four militants who were running away and also injured three innocent people, one of whom was a young father. Of course, I did not want to kill them, but at that moment, I did not have the luxury of concern.
Later, I was awarded the Medal of Honor. At that time, I felt very proud of myself, not only because I became a war hero, but more importantly, I did it for my brother, Brad. A year later, I was informed that I was being honorably discharged from the armed forces and returning to the United States. Perhaps because I was a war hero, many things became smooth for me, and we received special treatment. Perhaps it was because people admired heroes!
Until one day, I remember it was Thanksgiving night. On my way home, I saw a man threatening a woman with a knife. A sense of justice overcame me, and I intervened, but in the struggle, I accidentally killed him. I did not intend to kill him; I only wanted to stop his criminal acts and protect the woman from harm, but a judge sentenced me for murder. I felt that I had become a heinous, unforgivable murderer.
I am not trying to justify myself; I just really want to know, am I guilty of murder? (Act of God for the Rise, Q H) If yes, then am I also guilty of the murders committed by the soldiers in Iraq? I have not been tried, yet I have become a respected war hero. When I was fighting to save lives, I was killed for justice. Why do I have to face the consequences of murder? If murder is the same, why are there different outcomes? I really do not understand.
