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教堂里面，雇佣兵们在检查最后的弹药。Simon看着大家，笑：“别那么灰心丧气，我们还有的是仗要打呢！”
Alex看着十字架上的耶稣，颔首祈祷。
“做个祈祷吧。”阮文雄起身，“让我们的灵魂得到宽恕。”
雇佣兵们起身，跪在上帝面前，默默祈祷。
“我们是不是该说说悼词？”Alex抬头问。
“谁会这个？”Simon问，“我是记不住了。”
雇佣兵们左右看看，都是杀人的材料，谁会悼词？谁以前也没干过牧师。Simon笑笑：“那我们就来个战士的悼词——Brown喜欢唱的《血流成河》，你们都会吧？”
阮文雄苦笑，这个大家倒是都会。
“来吧，兄弟们！让我们为自己祈祷吧！”他开始唱起来。前面是独唱：
“He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
He ain't gonna jump no more.”
血污满身的雇佣兵们张开嘴，开始声音嘶哑地合唱：
“Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.”
歌声当中，Simon露出笑容，他提高了声调，声音也变得洪亮：
“Is everybody happy? Cried the sergeant, looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, 'Yes', and then they stood him up.
He jumpe
