Hacksaw Ridge

A poem that came to me after having watched the film Hacksaw Ridge. A tribute to the memory of all the soldiers who went to war in Japan and to the children who never got to see their fathers.

Steadily they climb the sturdy net

Already gasping for air

Watching the ledge, that nasty snare

Ready to give what they're gonna get

Ans as they reach the gravely top

They see their kids in the playground

In the snow, playing, safe and sound

Throwing snowballs, whoosh and pop

But it all stops with the school bel ring

And you see a thousand snowflakes on the floor

Oh God let him save one more

Before they melt in the sun of spring.

Author's Note

This was inspired by the film (itself inspired by a true story) that I, again, highly recommend you see. Feel free to give your opinion and re-use this poem if you want to.

"A real soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him"
-G.K.Chesterton-