Henry Johnson is laying on his couch inside his home in Washington D.C. Feeling some extreme pain every time he breaths Johnson tries to think back to a time where he was idolized like a god. In other words as a way to avoid the fact that he is considered a second-class citizen and his tuberculosis is getting worse, Mr. Johnson looks back on his days in the 369th Infantry.
Fighting under the U.S. next to the French Sgt. Johnson was giving the nickname Black Death. Out of many one event that took place would help simplify his nickname. Almost every time Sgt. Johnson thought of this episode a feeling of ease entered his body. Where shall we begin?
It was 2am on May 14, 1918 when Sgt. Johnson and his fellow solider Roberts were sent out by the corporal to the field. Based off of the scenery they were outnumbered by the Germans. Although grenades were scattered all over the field Sgt. Johnson throws a couple of his own towards the German and their snipers. In response the Germans throw grenades back across the field. Shaking off the dusk Sgt. Johnson discovers that Roberts is hurt from the grenade blast. While carrying Roberts on his back Sgt. Johnson receives a couple of wounds from the Germans. Once Roberts was safe from any further harm Sgt. Johnson starts plotting an epic showcase.
Bullets are flying everywhere and the night is as dark as a million alleys. Trying to set up his rifle Sgt. Johnson receives another wound in his upper body. Eventually, Sgt. Johnson would get back up and try to load his rifle, but there's a problem. While loading his American rifle Sgt. Johnson discovers that the bullets he uses in his French musket is in the wrong gun. Before he knew it the Germans went charging in.
Surrounded by ten German soldiers it seemed as though Sgt. Johnson may had been left to die. However, Sgt. Johnson had plans of his own. Taking the small sword off one of his guns one by one the Germans are slayed in a Rambo-orientated fashion. According to reports and lectures Sgt. Johnson had often said "I did what I had to do. A rabbit would've done that." Till this day some don't believe that a solider that was in danger could kill ten of his foes and wound up to twenty-one.
Still laying on his couch Mr. Johnson stares at a picture of a younger healthier him while serving. Whether this will be his last day on earth is still unknown. Thinking about the hell he fought through in Europe on top of the hell he had to face here in the United States of America Mr. Johnson feels as though it was all worth it. Forming a salute posture Mr. Johnson musters up all the strength he can get out of his lungs and yells "God Damn, Let's Go."
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