It was mid world war 2. The Americans had just begun there battle towards the Japanese on hacksaw ridge, some might say it was one of the biggest battles yet. They had little time training the new soliders, as the general demanded it, George was stressed 24/7 at the up coming trainees, they were stupid and lean and not fit to fight. One might expect them to be that way, most were only 18 it made sense.

Although what annoyed george most was there lack of respect, sure they respected him but the sky remarks they would make when he was near the captain irriated him. The captain was shorter then george, much shorter then most men his age, he was around 5'6 so he looks small compared to george who was about 6'3, the captain was younger too, most men who enlisted wouldce been older then him. They wondered why they gave the job to someone like him, they woukd whisper untill georeg told them to shut it and that it was lights out.

The captains name was jack, jack okden and him and george had a rather interesting relationship, they would be together on the battlefield, jack would even rest his head on georeg shoulder when they found a hole to sit in for the night, georeg would make excuses for him when he slept in, saying he was ill that his eyes wouldn't even open. The coating wasn't ill though, he was tired himself out

One night, the captain, the sargent nad a few privates sat in a trench on the battle field, it was only them, one of the privates was older then Jack, the other younger. George was telling them of his wife back home and sat sat next to him, zoning out while listening mildly