A light in the dark

Hacksaw Ridge
When entering in
Fear was already apparent.

A fight for their lives
Guns and knifes
Many shot down
By the dozen.

But there was one young man
Who took a stand
And went up the ridge empty handed
No gun or knife
He would kill no life
No blood would be left on his conscience.

The bloodthirsty battle
Was so much trouble
Everyone was called to abandon
But what of the wounded?
Who were constantly shooted?
They were left to simply bleed out.

But one man, empty handed
Wouldn't back down
He stayed on that ridge
To help them all down.

75 lives
Were saved by the soul
Who was battered and bruised
By some of his own.

Forever that night
He now is a hero
A legend of faith that couldn't simply be real.

A conscientious objector
And the hero of his sector.