Henry Johnson, WWI Harlem Hellfighter Who Saved Comrades

Oct 09 , 2025

Henry Johnson, WWI Harlem Hellfighter Who Saved Comrades

Steel met flesh under a moonless sky.

Sgt. Henry Johnson fought like a man possessed—his hands gripping a trench knife, fists bloodied, his body riddled with wounds but will unbroken. Alone, he faced a swarm of German raiders. The cost? His own flesh; the reward? The lives of his comrades.

This was no ordinary fight. This was the battle that forged a legend.


The Roots of a Soldier

Born in 1892 in Albany, New York, Henry Johnson was raised amid hardship. A son of the South navigating a North fractured by Jim Crow and racial strife. But faith was his anchor. Raised in the Baptist church, he clung to scripture and grace as tightly as his rifle.

He carried a simple code: Protect your brothers. Honor your word. Stand firm when the whistle blows. Enlisting at 23, Johnson joined the 15th New York National Guard, later federalized as the 369th Infantry Regiment—the Harlem Hellfighters. They were African Americans who fought for a country that told them they were less than equal, but answered the call anyway.

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.” —Psalm 23:1

It was this undercurrent of faith and honor that steeled Johnson’s soul amid the chaos of the Great War.


The Battle That Defined Him

Night of May 14, 1918—at the edge of the Argonne Forest near the village of Apremont, France.

German soldiers launched a surprise raid. They came to kill and capture. Henry Johnson and fellow soldier Pvt. Needham Roberts were caught deep in enemy lines. Johnson was hit—shot in the head, bayoneted several times, but he did not yield. He fought back with every ounce of strength. His knife became an extension of his will.

He reportedly killed four enemy soldiers, seriously wounded at least a dozen more, and defended Roberts despite his own grievous wounds. At one point, Johnson wrapped his bloodied hands around a grenade and hurled it back into the enemy lines.

“I fought that night for my life and my comrades’ lives. There was no thought for me—only for them.” —Henry Johnson, as cited in Calls to Honor: The Story of Henry Johnson (New York Times Archive)¹

His relentless defense held back the German raiders until reinforcements came. Though gravely injured, he survived near-certain death.


Recognition Carved in Valor

Despite extraordinary heroism, Johnson’s valor was largely ignored by the U.S. military for decades. Racial prejudices of the time kept his sacrifice in the shadows.

The French awarded him the Croix de Guerre with Palm—the first American to receive it—calling him “the black death” for the havoc he wreaked on enemy forces². But back home, the Medal of Honor eluded him until decades later.

It wasn’t until 2015, nearly a century after his fight, that President Barack Obama finally awarded Sgt. Henry Johnson the Medal of Honor posthumously, acknowledging the raw courage that saved lives in a war that demanded everything.

“Henry Johnson’s story reminds us—heroes come in every color." — President Barack Obama³

His legacy is more than medals; it’s a testament to sacrifice and triumph over prejudice.


The Lasting Legacy

Sgt. Henry Johnson’s scars ran deeper than flesh. He carried the burden of fighting two battles: one on foreign soil, another against bigotry at home.

His story teaches the hard truth: valor does not wait for recognition. Sometimes, courage stands alone in the night, forgotten.

But redemption does not forget the broken.

For those who wear the uniform, Johnson’s fight is a mirror—grit forged in pain, faith hardened in fire. His sacrifice calls us to remember the cost of freedom, especially for those who bear the heaviest load unseen.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.” —Matthew 5:9

He was a peacemaker cloaked in blood and resolve, a reminder that heroism is born not from glory but sacrifice.


Johnson’s knife may be silent now, but its echo slices through history—calling the weary, the forgotten, and the brave to stand and fight for a more just world.

His legacy burns hot, like a beacon carved from the hellfire of the Argonne.

Never forget the names written in scars.


Sources

¹ New York Times Archive + Calls to Honor: The Story of Henry Johnson ² French Ministry of Defense + Croix de Guerre Award File, 1918 ³ Obama White House Press Release: Medal of Honor Award Ceremony, 2015


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