Chapter 31 Crying for the Third Brother Heng—Killed in 30 Years of Air Combat
Brother, I don't have the language for the times
to mourn your death;
It is the request of the times to you,
Simple, you give.
This cold and simple heroism is the poetry of the times
This silent glory is you.
If on this inevitable truth
Given more sorrow, I want to cry out,
That's—you know it yourself—
because you left too early,
Too early, brother, for your bravery,
With the backwardness of machinery, your chances are too miserable!
For three years, you were killed in battle over Chengdu,
The difference made in these three years,
Don't be sad if I tell you,
Because most of them are not our old country,
But others are rolling in the times,
Our souls bleed and explode into holes.
We have allies, supplies and arms,
Just what you've ever hoped for.
I remember, remember how I was with you
Discuss and discuss, count and count,
Every day you are so patiently waiting,
Every day passed in vain, as slow as a camel!
Now the chaser is not the ideal for you back in the day.
Like the "Eagle Seven-Five" driving--
So stupid, so slow, ah, brother, don't be sad,
You have done what you can,
Don't say who missed you, it's the times that can't be measured,
China still has to move forward, and the night is waiting for the dawn.
Brother, I have used so many unbeautiful words
It is a poem to commemorate you,
Believe how bitter my heart is, how hoarse my throat is,
You're never coming back, I know,
The blood of youth has been replaced by science;
The sorrow of China is forever in my heart.
Ah, don't be sad, I can't comfort you when you're sad.
I have thought about it several times a day:
You have given all you have, brother who goes with you
So too, give your life;
All the youth you have; the opportunities you will have in the future,
The work of the prime of life possible, the wisdom of old age;
possible love, family, children, and all that
The rights of life, the joy; and the disputes of life!
You give so much, for whom?you believe
How many people in China will be happy in the future
Your front is more important than yourself; the immortal
China's history still needs to be permanent in the world.
You believe, you do, and in the end you surrender.
Why do I still cry for you when I fully understand?
Just because you were a child and left nothing for yourself,
I look forward to your happiness when I was young, your safety in wartime,
Today you have no children to worry about and need care and comfort,
And the portraits of thousands of people have forgotten, who are you dying for!