大学英语精读第四册第四单元课文翻译（Intensive reading of College English fourth volume fourth unit text translation）

大学英语精读第四册第四单元课文翻译（Intensive reading of College English fourth volume fourth unit text translation） 大学英语精读第四册第四单元课文翻译(Intensive reading of College English fourth volume fourth unit text translation) In September 11, 2001, a series of suicide attacks occurred in the United states. Foreign hijackers took control of four American Airlines aircraft, two aircraft crashed into the world trade center, third rushed into the The Pentagon, and the fourth aircraft reportedly had to attack another target of government, but apparently due to resistance of passengers crashed into a field. This is the story of one of the passengers. Flight ninety-third: something that I can't understand Liz Griktan Zegart September 9, 2001 was Sunday, and it was a wonderful day for the three of us. Amy was just 11 weeks old, and we loved her very much. She was born after three successive miscarriages in two years, so it's more precious to us. My husband, Jeremy, was thinking about changing jobs, and had interviewed two times, and he felt it was going well. It rained on Sunday, and we were lying in our own house in the north of New Jersey. We are laughing, watching Amy, and then went to bed early. The next day, September 10th, we are busy, Jeremy will travel from Newark to California. I'm going to take Amy up to my parents' home in New York, Wyndham. So, when Jeremy comes back, he can pick us up there. That morning, for whatever reason, he wanted to take care of amy. He nursed her, bathed her, dressed her. He packed the two cars and put Amy on the car seat and kissed her. Then, as we drove off, he stood aside and waved goodbye. When I arrived at Wyndham, Jeremy called. His flight to San Francisco was canceled. He was not going to take the next plane and arrived at his destination at two o'clock in the morning. "Damn it," he said. "I want to go home, sleep all night, get up early tomorrow."." He will catch the first flight to fly from Newark. United Airlines flight ninety-third. On Tuesday morning, while I was trying to open a box of doughnuts in the kitchen, I heard my father talking about the world trade center. I look to the sitting room to see the TV, appeared on the screen from the World Trade Center building the silver walls blackened out the fire hole. Then the phone rang, and his father said to the microphone, "Oh, thank God, it's you."." I ran into the living room, and my father passed the microphone with a pale face. "It's Jeremy," he said I grabbed the microphone and said, "Nigel." "Hello," he said. "Listen, there are some bad guys on the plane." What?" "Three guys control the plane.". They wore a red headband, said with a bomb." I cried at once "I love you," he said "I love you," I said. Think only of the good" I was shaking, trying to vomit, and I knew that I could do everything I could to help Jeremy. "I feel like I can't live out here," he said. And then he said, "I don't want to die."." Then he swore. "You're not going to die," I said to him. "Jerry, put a picture of me and Amy, only to go to good." "All right," he replied "Don't think about the bad things," I said. "You have to promise me that you're going to live happily ever after," he said. "Please let Amy know that I love her very much.". Whatever decision you will make in the future, I support you." Pause for a moment, then Jeremy said to me, "one of the passengers said they were using the plane hit the world trade center, this is true?" I was standing in the living room watching this on TV, and I thought, "should I tell him?" "Do they want to blow up the plane, or are they going to hit something with it?"" He was almost shouting at me. "They're not going to hit the world trade center," I said. "Why?"" "Because the entire world trade center is burning." He said about 30 or 35 passengers were driven to the rear of the cabin, but somehow, Nobody cares. "So what about the drivers?" I asked. Did you get in touch with each other?" "No". So the guys stood up and shouted and rushed into the cockpit. And then I heard no more about the drivers." Just then, we saw a plane crashing into The Pentagon on tv. God bless, it's not Jeremy's plane. I told Jeremy about the new attack, and he swore again. The The Pentagon might have shocked him so much that he knew the fate of his other passengers behind the cabin completely in his own hands. "Well, I'm going to vote," he said. "There are three other people who are as tall as I am, and we're going to attack the guy with the bomb. Do you think it's OK?" "Do they have guns?"" I asked. "No, I didn't see the gun. I saw knives." He joked, "I've got butter knives for breakfast." After a pause, he said, "I think I can subdue the guy with the bomb. Do you think that's a real bomb?" "I don't think it's a real bomb. It's scaring you."." "OK, I'm going to do it," Nigel said. A vague scream" "I think you have to do it," I said to him. "You are robust and strong and brave, I love you." "Well, I'll put the microphone down and leave here, and I'll be right back and pick it up," Nigel said. I handed the microphone to my father, ran into the bathroom and vomited in the pool. My father put the microphone in his ear for two or three minutes, and he couldn't hear anything. And then he heard a vague scream. He thought, "they're doing it.". It's bound to make a racket. After about a minute and a half, there was a muffled scream, just like the sound of a roller coaster ride. And then it fell silent. I sat on the couch in the living room, tired. After a while, I got up and walked towards the kitchen, almost collided with my father coming from the opposite direction. He must have hung up the phone. He's crying. He hugged me. I looked at him and cried. I was numb. "Wait a minute. Do you think he's dead?"" I said He could not speak any more except crying loudly. I've probably asked five times more than once. And then, when I finally got over it, I collapsed to the ground Looking for Jeremy In the next few months, I spent a lot of time looking for Jeremy. Every time I'm in agony, I hear his voice comforting me in the ear. I went to the place where the plane crashed. I desire to know happened on flight ninety-third what and why Jeremy and death Now I find that I've changed my mind. It's not because I don't want to know what's happening, but it's exactly what I believe I'll never really understand 911. Has anybody declared war on us for some kind of principled problem? Or are they out of jealousy? Or do they want to show off their strength? Are the people in this country out of line, doing too much, hurting people's feelings since ancient times? The world that Jeremy and I are familiar with is nothing more than the houses we live in, the places we walk, the friends we have, and the families we love. Now, it's all over, but nobody knows exactly what's going on. I think Jeremy always thought he was born with a noble mission. I don't think Jeremy was on the ninety-third flight by accident. A passenger who had enough physical strength to defeat a terrorist was on the day of the hijacked plane, the only one who could have the chance to counterattack the hijackers, which was more than just a coincidence. Jeremy died at the age of 31, married me for five years, and had been with his daughter for less than three months. But I think we are happy. He and I did not leave any other words or unfinished things. He's always trying to give Amy and me all that we need. Sometimes, when I watch and listen, I can still feel that he's right beside me, guiding me forward in my lifetime.