The Black Death - WWI Soldier Unleashes Killer Instinct

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"Man, you better wake up pretty soon or you might  never wake up,” said Henry Johnson to the soldier   next to him. He had just heard something  rustling in the darkness of the forest.   It was late at night and the wind blowing  through the trees may have been playing   tricks on his senses. But Johnson swore  he heard rustling and a clipping sound,   as if someone was cutting the wire to the  perimeter fence. Johnson forced the man next   to him awake and began lining up grenades  to defend the outpost. That was when enemy   rifles began firing from all around. Johnson  grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it. Only a few days prior, he and the rest  of the 369th U.S. Infantry Regiment were   sent to Outpost 20 on the western edge of the  Argonne Forest, in France’s Champagne region.   The American forces refused to use the 369th  to their full potential for one reason,   and one reason alone. The soldiers were all  black. The French on the other hand had no   problem accepting help from the all black  regiment. They welcomed the soldiers of the   newly named Harlem Hellfighters to their  ranks. This was the first step that led   to Johnson and his partner Needham Roberts  being surrounded by an enemy German squad. They had been assigned sentry duty on the night  of May 14, 1918. Their job was to keep watch   over the main supply bridge in the region. It  was vital to the war effort that the bridge not   succumb to enemy sabotage. Johnson and Roberts’  shift was about to end. The two replacements were   walking towards them to take over. Johnson saw  the young, inexperienced, soldiers and a wave   of worry washed over him. He could not in good  conscience leave these two soldiers by themselves.   It could mean death for both of  them and destruction of the bridge. Johnson convinced Roberts to set up a secondary  lookout nearby to keep an eye on the new recruits,   and to provide backup if needed. Johnson took  the first watch. Roberts drifted off to sleep.   That was when the rustling sound began.  As the sound continued to get louder,   Johnson decided he needed  to be ready for anything.   He grabbed extra rifle cartridges and set  them up for easy access next to the grenades. It became silent. The only sound was the  wind rustling the leaves of the forest trees.   Then there was a loud crack, as the first  shot was fired. Quickly after the initial   shot other guns began firing on the outpost  from the forest. Johnson began screaming   at Roberts to fire back and throw grenades  at the perimeter. Roberts grabbed grenades   from the stockpile Johnson had made. They  could not make out any enemy soldiers yet,   but they continued lobbing the grenades in  the direction of the sounds Johnson had heard.   Whenever they spotted the muzzle flash of a rifle  being fired they returned fire in that direction.   It was impossible to tell if they were hitting  anything, but the hope was to hold out until   help arrived. Unfortunately, it would be a  long time before reinforcements were sent. There was a lull in the firing.  Johnson and Roberts waited,   sweat dripped from under their helmets. Dirt  covered their faces from where terrain had been   kicked up by enemy bullets. They peered over  the top of their trench to see if they could   spot the enemy. A platoon of shadowy figures  seemed to manifest themselves at the treeline.   There were dozens of black shadows at the  perimeter fence. A voice shouted in German and a   hoard of soldiers flooded through the cut wiring  towards Johnson and Roberts. The enemy soldiers   had their rifles lowered with their bayonets  pointed straight towards the two Hellfighters. The light from fires created by the grenade  explosions reflected off of the German bayonets   as they charged. Johnson picked up his rifle  and began firing into the oncoming wave of enemy   soldiers. As they ran, the Germans unleashed a  volley of bullets towards Johnson and Roberts.   In the chaos Johnson yelled for Roberts  to go get help. But before he could,   Roberts took pieces of shrapnel from a grenade  in his arm and hip. He was incapacitated,   but still concious. Now Johnson was the only  one capable of fighting off the German forces.   He needed to protect Roberts and  the outpost. He was the only thing   standing between the Germans and the  French front lines. He was a one man army. Johnson continued to throw grenades. Roberts  handed the explosive devices to Johnson, in an   attempt to help his partner in any way he could.  But then Johnson threw their last grenade. All he   had left was his rifle and knife. Johnson began  firing at the Germans, slowing their advance.   To do this he had to make himself vulnerable to  enemy fire. He was hit by bullets in his side,   hand, and head. Blood trickled out of his wounds,  but Henry Johnson had no time to feel pain.   All of his attention was on one thing,  killing Germans. In the chaos of battle   Johnson grabbed an American cartridge  and shoved it into his French made rifle.   The two were not compatible. The rifle jammed.  Johnson was left without a working firearm. The Germans noticed that something had  gone wrong. The Hellfighter who had been   repelling them this whole time no longer  was firing. They took advantage of the   moment and swarmed the holdout of Johnson and  Roberts. But Johnson refused to just give up   and die without a fight. He grabbed his rifle by  the barrel and used the butt of the gun as a club.   As the German soldiers tried to overtake  him, Johnson swung his gun relentlessly,   smashing it into the heads and  faces of the German soldiers. With each swing German blood and teeth flew across  the battlefield. Johnson was lethal even without   bullets and grenades. He protected Roberts and  himself from the enemy using his makeshift club.   Suddenly a massive German soldier came at  Johnson. He gripped the barrel of his rifle   tightly with both hands. He swung the rifle back  like Jackie Robinson preparing to hit a home run.   When the German soldier was only a few steps away,  he swung. The butt of the rifle connected hard   with the enemy’s head. The extremely powerful blow  caused the rifle to break. There was the sound   of cracking. The wood of the gun had splintered  into a thousand pieces. The rifle fell apart in   Johnson’s hands. The Germans must have felt  relieved that this Hellfighter finally was   weaponless. Now they could take him as a prisoner  or kill him. But Henry Johnson had other plans. A German soldier took the stock of his  gun and rammed it into Johnson’s head,   causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.  The enemy probably thought this was the end,   but Johnson refused to give up. He climbed  back to his feet, reached down to his side,   and drew his bolo knife. He grabbed the first  German soldier he could find and plunged the blade   deep into the man, killing him. Johnson became a  deadly crazed man with a large knife. Mud covered   his face, his uniform had been torn to shreds,  blood poured out of wounds all over his body. A rage filled Henry Johnson that fueled him to  protect his partner and outpost at all costs.   He began slicing and hacking every German soldier  in his path. It was him versus the entire German   squad. Fear filled the eyes of the enemy as the  unstoppable force that was Henry Johnson plowed   through their ranks. The German soldiers continued  to strike and fire at him, but nothing seemed to   slow down The Black Death that was upon them. Out  of pure fear the German forces began to pull back. Johnson pulled his knife out of one of  the soldier’s bodies and looked around.   The enemy had grabbed Roberts and were pulling  him back towards the forest. Johnson would not   let them take his brother in arms. He ran full  force into one of the German soldiers knocking him   to the ground. He slashed and stabbed the others  who were holding Roberts, forcing them to let go.   Johnson put his body between the German’s and his  partner. If the Germans wanted to take Roberts,   they were going to have to go through  him. The enemy soldiers ran away. The battle between the Germans, and the one man  army who came to be known as The Black Death,   continued for almost an hour. Johnson saw an  opportunity to kill a lieutenant, which may   have caused the Germans to go into full retreat.  He ran towards the enemy slashing his way past   soldiers using his bolo knife. Johnson was slowed  down by a bullet entering his arm. A soldier took   advantage of this and jumped on Johnson’s  back. But The Black Death would not go down. He flung the German soldier off of his back  and drove his knife into the man’s ribs. He   then continued fighting through the German line.  In the mayhem he found his target and killed the   German lieutenant. Finally support arrived. French  and American soldiers ran to the aid of Johnson.   Seeing the force, the German soldiers went into  a full retreat. The battle was over, the one man   army of Henry Johnson had won. Johnson and Roberts  were both immediately given medical attention. The next day as the sun rose on Outpost 20.  Scavengers circled in the sky waiting for   their turn on the battlefield. Military officials  could not believe what they found. Pools of blood   soaked the earth. German helmets and discarded  weapons littered the battlefield. Four bodies   were left behind, but due to the amount of  blood and German equipment on the ground,   officials estimated that Johnson had wounded at  least 10 to 20 other Germans. Henry Johnson had   prevented an entire German force from advancing  through the French line single handedly. Johnson had suffered 21 different wounds from the  battle, but he did not give up and he survived.   The bridge where the battle had been fought  was renamed “The Battle of Henry Johnson.”   This is when he was officially  given the name “The Black Death.”   After he awoke in the infirmary he  was promoted to the rank of sergeant.   Due to the extent of his injuries, Henry  Johnson was to be sent home to recover.   Before he left the front lines the French awarded  him the Croix de Guerre, one of France’s highest   military awards. Johnson and Roberts were the  first two Americans to ever receive this award. After the war Henry Johnson and the rest of the  Harlem Hellfighters would take part in a parade   going up Fifth Avenue in New York City. They  were greeted by massive crowds all cheering for   them. Leading the 3,000 troop parade was  Henry Johnson in a Cadillac convertible.   Still recovering from his wounds, he was  sitting in the car waving to the crowds.   The onlookers chanted “Oh, you Black Death!”  as Johnson rode by. When the parade finally   arrived in Harlem, the gathered masses went into  hysterics as they cheered for the Hellfighters. Unfortunately, racism was still prevalent during  the First World War. Along the parade route there   were designated “white” sections and “colored”  sections where onlookers could stand. Also,   the Harlem Hellfighters could not march alongside  their white counterparts. Even Henry Johnson was   still treated as a second class citizen, even  though he was a hero. It would be decades before   the Civil Rights movement would begin a battle  for equality that we are still fighting for today. Henry Johnson was declared one of the bravest   Americans to fight in World War I by  President Theodore Rosevelt. In 1996,   President Bill Clinton posthumously awarded  Henry Johnson the Purple Heart. Then in 2015,   President Barack Obama awarded him the Medal of  Honor. Henry Johnson was truly a hero and a one   man army. If you ever want to celebrate him  you can head to Albany, New York on June 5,   where every year they celebrate Henry Johnson  Day in acknowledgement of the day he enlisted. Now check out The Insanely Crazy Story  of a Tiny Soldier. Or learn about another   war hero in How A Soldier Single-Handedly  Liberated An Entire German Occupied City.
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Channel: The Infographics Show
Views: 757,716
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Keywords: military, black death, ww1, world war 1, world war, wwi, henry, animated history, simple history, education, educational
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Length: 9min 50sec (590 seconds)
Published: Fri Nov 20 2020
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