Henry Johnson, Harlem Hellfighter Awarded the Medal of Honor

Oct 07 , 2025

Henry Johnson, Harlem Hellfighter Awarded the Medal of Honor

Rain pelted the mud-soaked trenches near the Marne. Darkness pressed in, thick with the stench of blood and sweat. Suddenly, the German raiding party slipped through the barbed wire. No warning. Just death in the shadows.

And there stood Henry Johnson, alone. Hell wouldn’t hold him back.


The Shadows That Forged a Warrior

Henry Johnson was born in 1892, Fort Washington, New York—a Harlem kid who grew up amid hardship but held tight to unyielding faith. A man baptized in struggle. Before the guns, he worked as a porter, but the war called, pulling him from city streets to foreign mud.

Johnson carried more than a rifle. He carried the weight of a code—duty, honor, and relentless grit.

His baptism wasn't just water—it was fire tempered by faith.

“Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread... for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” — Joshua 1:9


Blood in No Man’s Land

May 15, 1918, the Argonne Forest, France—Johnson was a member of the 369th Infantry Regiment, famously the Harlem Hellfighters. African American soldiers fighting a segregated war, for a country that refused to grant them full respect.

The Germans attacked with ruthless intent. Johnson and Pvt. Needham Roberts found themselves isolated, under siege by a raiding party of at least a dozen enemy soldiers.

Johnson’s response was brutal and fast. Despite suffering 21 wounds—bayonets, bullets, grenade fragments—he fought on through the night. Using his rifle, grenades, and even a knife, he killed multiple foes, saving Roberts and repelling the raiders.

This wasn’t courage born from glory. It was raw survival, unflinching sacrifice.

One eyewitness said, “He tore through the enemy like a man possessed.” Another called it “the single most effective act of heroism in the war.”


Honors Hard Won

The U.S. War Department awarded Henry Johnson the Croix de Guerre with Star—France’s highest battlefield honor at the time. But America turned a blind eye: no Medal of Honor. Not then.

It took decades for justice to arrive.

In 2015, 97 years after that bloody night, President Barack Obama posthumously awarded Johnson the Medal of Honor.

His daughter, Alberta Jones-Brown, cried: “This medal belongs to Henry Johnson. It belongs to all those who fought racial inequality.”

It was the first Medal of Honor awarded to a black soldier from World War I.

“Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” — John 15:13


The Legacy of a Hellfighter

Henry Johnson’s story is not just valor in battle. It’s the fight against invisible enemies: prejudice, erasure, neglect.

He stood tall where others flinched—not for fame, but because it was right. And in his scars, you find the raw truth of sacrifice.

His legacy demands more than medals. It demands action. Recognition. Redemption.

In honoring Henry Johnson, we remember the cost paid by those often left in the shadows. Their courage is a beacon for warriors still walking hard roads today.


His blood soaked French soil, but his spirit still marches on—steadfast and unbroken.

He reminds us: honor isn’t given freely, it’s earned with scars and faith.

May we live as he did—a relentless defender, a silent hero, a man redeemed through sacrifice.


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