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We saw “Hacksaw Ridge.” It was moving, powerful, inspiring, and heart wrenching. There was one part – a key moment in the story – that really resonated with me. I’ll get to that in a minute.
I’m not saying you have to see it but I highly recommend it. Note that the battle scenes are very realistic; no lie I closed my eyes several times.
“Hacksaw Ridge” is based on the true story of Desmond Doss. I’ve known about him for over 10 years after watching the documentary “The Conscientious Objector.” In a nutshell, Doss wanted to serve in the army as a medic during Word War II but due to his faith, he would not carry a gun. Initially opposed and bullied by his commanding officers and squad, Doss gained their respect over time such that they waited for him to pray before commencing an attack. Due to his incredible bravery, Doss, “became the first and only conscientious objector to receive the Medal of Honor in World War II.” You can read his story here: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desmond_Doss but here’s an excerpt:
“Pfc. Doss refused to seek cover and remained in the fire-swept area with the many stricken, carrying all 75 casualties one-by-one to the edge of the escarpment and there lowering them on a rope-supported litter down the face of a cliff to friendly hands. On May 2, he exposed himself to heavy rifle and mortar fire in rescuing a wounded man 200 yards forward of the lines on the same escarpment; and 2 days later he treated 4 men who had been cut down while assaulting a strongly defended cave, advancing through a shower of grenades to within eight yards of enemy forces in a cave’s mouth, where he dressed his comrades’ wounds before making 4 separate trips under fire to evacuate them to safety.”
During the horror of the battle, as he ran again and again into the battle to rescue the wounded, Doss kept praying over and over, “Lord, let me have one more.”
Few of us will ever face what Doss and the other soldiers faced that day. Few of us will risk our lives under a hail of gunfire and mortars to save another life. But some of us who desire to help the emotionally wounded and the spiritually broken have thrown ourselves into the battle of life. We become tired, battered, and sorrowful. It would be easy to give up, to focus on less important things. When that happens, may we too pray that prayer: Lord, let me have one more.