11 July 2025

Published July 9, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

BLACK DEATH

Henry struggled to catch his breath. The nurse sitting on the chair beside his bed reached over and squeezed his hand. “Can I get anything for you, Sergeant Johnson?”

“Been a long time since anyone’s called me sergeant.”

In three days, fireworks would herald Independence Day 1929. Whose independence? Despite his service, he was still considered less than human in his own country.

“My brother served with you in France.” Her eyes shone. “Says you’re a hero.”  

“I just fought for my life. A rabbit would’ve done that.”

Shutting his eyes, Henry heaved a ragged sigh. His broken heart stopped.

Henry was dubbed “Black Death” by the Germans

Command Sgt. Maj. Louis Wilson of the New York Army National Guard accepts the Medal of Honor on behalf of World War I Pvt. Henry Johnson, who served with the 369th Infantry Regiment, known as the Harlem Hellfighters, at the White House, Washington, D.C., June 2, 2015.

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42 comments on “11 July 2025

  • Hi Rochelle, this is a moment reminding me of the darkness of history and how lives changed quickly, but attitudes crawled along for decades. Has much changed today? 1929 saw the beginning of the ‘great depression’ and the slow walk through the 1930s into yet another world war.

    Today, I realise that humanity cares nothing for individual lives.

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  • Thank you, again, for highlighting the humanity of those whose humanity others refused to see and acknowledge, but whose skill and determination and tenacity they were happy to exploit.

    There is much for the US to reckon with, historically, and though there are many times it refuses to, and does all it can to diminish, minimize, and ignore – we do not forget. For we know.

    And we remember.

    Because it matters. They mattered. They still do.

    Na’ama

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  • It is painful when we are confronted with how shoddily our government has treated our servicemen and women of color- and yet this behavior is continued on to this day by removing even the mention of their meritorious service from the rolls.

    Very painstaking story to read.

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  • Rochelle, you wrote this beautifully. What a terrible situation to fight for a country that sees you as less. Hopefully those mistakes won’t be repeated. A good story for this time around the 4th.

    Have a great week,

    David

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  • Dear Rochelle-

    Your story about Henry Johnson is a well-told tale of a brave and humble soldier. However, the continuing maltreatment of our veterans, many of whom are war heroes now struggling to stay alive while living on the streets. How many were treated as less than human upon their return from Vietnam? What an enormous permanent stain on the history of our country. Shame on us.

    Shalom,

    🕊️

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    • Dear Keith,

      The expression that comes to my mind is, “Too little, too late.” How sad that the French awarded Sgt. Johnson their highest medal of honor. His own country looked down their noses. We should be ashamed. Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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