Hacksaw Ridge

Hacksaw Ridge

What a movie!! Very inspiring and had some real good humour. Spoiler Alert!!

I recently watched this movie and it had quite the impact on me, I must say. So good I had to write about it. I got many things from that movie that I can make use of in my growth in life, and that I’d like to share.

First of all I felt that it was about faith, in the sense that if you truly believe in something stand for what you believe in. It demonstrated conviction(which is in a way a little like being insane if you ask me), and how it makes one unstoppable, passing all obstacles to reach the goal. Magic happens when you don’t give up, even when you want to. The universe always falls in love with a stubborn heart. I also felt the movie was about the realities of war, and being anti-war it really appealed to me. The way young men are drafted to go fight wars that in reality is a business; one that costs human life. And all so a few individuals can have deeper pockets, lined with the blood of innocent men. How after the war a soldier’s life is never the same again, they are scarred for life. Doss snr. lost his friends, became an alcoholic and began beating his wife. That war damages the psyche of many a soldier is quite evident in the world today. Also, choose your partner well. That’s self-explanatory.

Here are some of my favourite quotes from this fantastic film.

 

“I don’t know how I’m going to live with myself if I don’t stay true to what I believe.”

“In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.”

“Most of these men don’t believe the same way you do, but they believe so much in how much you believe.”

“Sgt Howell: I have seen stalks of corn with better physiques. Makes me want to pull an ear off, Private! Can you carry your weight?

Desmond Doss: Yes, Sergeant!

Sgt Howell: It should be easy for you then. Corporal!

Corporal Jessop: Sergeant.

Sgt Howell: Make sure you keep this man away from strong winds.” XD

 

If you haven’t watched this movie and can stand bloody war scenes(felt so real), please watch it, you won’t regret.

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It Came With The Wind

Kihüruto,  They called it.  “That which comes with the wind.”

It came with the winds from the south, and the locals had since learnt to discern the eerie howls and the characteristic dry winds that accompanied it.  The trees also seemed to acknowledge the arrival, shedding their leaves whenever the winds began, even during the wet season. To the chicken the winds probably reeked of death, the way they panicked when the ghostly gusts that signaled the arrival blew, but I guess we’ll never know. A local tale told of the demon that came with the winds, that could only be seen by chicken. And woe unto the fowl that had the unfortunate luck of sighting the foul fiend. It was not without consequence, and a deadly one at that.

The locals knew it was futile to lock the chicken up. “How do you hide from what you cannot see? How do you hide from the wind?”, they would ask in despair. They had seen enough of this situation to know how it would play out. The wake of destruction left behind. Some were already making preparations to get new chicken from the villages that were lucky enough to escape Kihüruto. The village elder who lived downhill could be heard cussing loudly; he owned the largest flock in the village, and by morning it would be all gone.

The chicken stopped running, a reluctant acceptance of their fate, it seemed. Just like the last time. A cacophony of clucks filled the air, like a desperate prayer to be spared from the demon; all in vain. All this while the fiendish howls of the winds continued, unperturbed,  a fitting background to the show about to take place. Then one by one, their feathers started  falling off. The lucky ones died first, and the smell of dead fowl rent the air. The ones which didn’t die would experience the anguish that came with surviving the “first wave”. They remained still, standing, unable to move, caught in the grip of death as their bodies slowly succumbed. First it was the eyes, losing their sight, a dear price to pay for seeing the demon. Then the beaks fell off, slowly, the chicken with no option but to endure the agony.

Finally the bowels gave way, and the legs broke, dead inside, no longer able to support the weight of the now lifeless birds. And with a last-gasp gust, the winds departed, leaving behind a legacy of death. Kihüruto had passed. An uncomfortable silence ensued. A tension so thick it was suffocating. Most had experienced it before, but they could never get used to it. The locals set out to burn the carcasses, otherwise they would stink for seven days straight, and no meat-eater would touch them. Like they knew it was cursed.

Triumph

Triumph

Flag raised. If it were not for the big blood stain, you could see that is was white. It was a make-shift but he didn’t give a shit anymore. He was tired. He never really wanted any of this. He hated every minute of it, but he had made his bed. The people he had killed had done nothing to him. Or his partners.

They just followed orders, and in this parts, their lives depended on it. “Shoot to kill.” Leave no enemy untouched. But whose enemy was it? His country’s probably. Ah, patriotism. He had come to realise it was a disease. He didn’t even know what he, no they were fighting for.

Now, as the shoot-out ended, bodies lay everywhere, and him, the sole survivor on his team, had no more ammunition and no back up. After-all this had just been a routine sweep before leaving for home tomorrow, with the war having been declared a triumph 2 days ago. The sheer irony made him smile. His wife and son would be waiting for him at the base tomorrow. As he thought about them he began to remove the blood stained flag they had used as a bandage when Frankie was shot in the leg 5 minutes ago then in the head as he screamed in pain. Now Frankie lay before him, limp and lifeless another casualty of war.

They had stopped shooting, but he knew they were too many to be all dead. He tied the flag to the barrel of his gun and raised it and waved, hoping they would understand the gesture. Silence. He waved it again. Nothing. They had realised what he was trying to do! Gathering his strength and using his gun as a support, he stood up. At least he might see his son one day, maybe take him to see the new Star Wars movie. He looked up.

They were standing in a line, guns at the ready, waiting for the survivor to show himself. Each of them had lost someone to the war, a war that had nothing to do with them. He could see them, standing there, a stance hardened by the throes of war. If they hadn’t shot him by now, they probably weren’t going to shoot him. He limped over the barricade and raised his hands above his head, as a sign of surrender. They watched him for a while then began to lower their weapons. He couldn’t believe it!

A sudden movement in the top floor window of the 2 storey building to his left caught his eye. It didn’t matter. The bullet hit him before he heard the gunshot. Suddenly he was falling into the blackness. Funny, what was that about the light at the end of the tunnel? The last thing he saw before the darkness consumed him was the general congratulating them on a victorious war. The sniper slowly dismantled his gun, a grim look on his face. He had never had such an easy shot, but he was glad. He pulled out the pendant on his necklace and kissed it as he watched his brother’s killer fall to the ground, in his eyes, a triumph.