亲爱的戴夫，

　　This is in memory of an anniversary — the anniversary of October 27th, 1943, when I first heard you singing in North Africa.

　　这封信是为了纪念我们一周年，纪念1943年10月27日，我第一次在北非听见你的歌声。

　　That song brings memories of the happiest times I've ever known.

　　这首歌带给了我此生最美好的回忆。

　　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.

　　那时我们在进行军队表演，把拦截气球用作窗帘，把可可罐用做聚光灯，彩排一直持续到深夜，还有那个歌声悦耳的帅气男孩。

　　Opening night at a theatre in Canastel — perhaps a bit too much muscatel, and someone who understood.

　　在纳斯特尔剧院的首演，我可能有点喝多了，才发现原来有人懂我。

　　Exciting days playing in the beautiful and stately Municipal Opera House in Oran — a misunderstanding — an understanding in the wings just before opening chorus.

　　在奥兰美丽庄严的市歌剧院演出的那些日子，在开场合唱前我们有了误会，但又马上和好。

　　Drinks at "Coq d'or" — dinner at the "Auberge" — a ring and a promise given.

　　在Coq d'or把酒言欢，在客栈共进晚餐，随后你向我求婚。

　　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，我们去看了《第一装甲》这场戏剧，喝了很多酒，我需要把你从卡车上背下来，把你送回帐篷里睡觉。

　　A night of pouring rain and two very soaked GIs beneath a solitary tree on an African plain.

　　还有那一晚，大雨倾盆，我们俩全身湿透躲在非洲平原一棵孤零零的树下。

　　A borrowed French convertible — a warm sulphur spring, the cool Mediterranean, and a picnic of "rations" and hot cokes.

　　有一次，我们借了一辆法式敞篷车，去泡硫磺温泉，享受地中海的清凉，“定量”的野餐和热可乐。

　　Two lieutenants who were smart enough to know the score, but not smart enough to realize that we wanted to be alone.

　　两个聪明的中尉了解我们的关系，但却不知道我们不希望被打扰。