我们排成散兵线,朝一座阿富汗村庄逼近。一颗地雷砰地爆炸开来,我倒在了地上,发现在离我两步远的地方,维克多消失在硝烟弥漫的火光之中,我感到胳膊痛得要命,随即就失去了知觉……我们那支部队的人都知道维克多并不怎么想当英雄,也不喜欢出头露面,铤而走险。不过你知道,阿富汗不是供人休息的公园,要在这里呆下去,并不那么容易。这里可是战场啊!我们大家都怕死,也怕成为残废,因为已经听说,如果残废了回家,谁也不会来真正关心你,人家装作你根本就不存在,如 We’re lining up to approach an Afghan village. A landmine exploded, and I fell to the ground and found that Victor was two steps away from me, vanquished by the smoke of fire, and I felt my arm hurt and I lost consciousness. ... The people in our army know that Victor does not really want to be a hero, nor does he like to show up and take the risk. But you know, Afghanistan is not a park for people to rest, to stay here, not so easy. It’s a battlefield! All of us are scared of death and afraid of becoming crippled because we have heard that if we are crippled and come home, no one really cares about you. If you pretend that you do not exist at all,