“Sarge”! Hard
as a rock, ram- rod straight, no non-sense, commanding attention, and well
respected. Well that was my paternal grandfather, Charles Johnson Sr., Sarge.
When he was growing up he had to help his mother with his younger siblings,
Lloyd, Abraham, Eddie, and Sallie,
because his father had walked away from the family. He rose to the task,
leaving high school in his junior year. He took on many odd jobs to help his
mother financially. Eventually, Charles enlisted in the army, serving in World
War II.
When Pearl Harbor was bombed in 1941, he was
stationed at Camp Walters, Texas and then sent to Arizona. He earned many
awards for his marksmanship. He also had special training overseas and was on
the oil ship “ Victory” in Spain. In Spain, the Germans attacked his and other
oil ships. He witnessed his fellow African American soldiers jumping to their
deaths into a sea of fire. This must have been a traumatic experience to
witness. This might account for his seriousness. Later on in World War II, my
grandfather landed in Italy and took a Cattle ship to Sicily. He said that he could
barely tolerate the odor! He fought from Sicily to Rome. The orders were to go
north and not to fire their weapons. Grandpa also told me that the Germans used
sledge hammers to destroy the commodes that the Black soldiers would use. This
is another example of the detestable treatment African Americans endured even
while fighting for freedom. Racial discrimination abroad and at home, hope in hopeless
situations. My grandpa fought throughout France, Italy, and Spain. He also was
a member of the 5th Armored Division that fought in the North
African Campaign. His bravery and valor earned “Sarge” the prestigious Purple
Heart. After serving four years in the war, he returned to civilian life
working three jobs. He worked for thirty one years and eight months in the
United States Postal System, retiring in 1970. For his faithful and dedicated service
at the post office, he earned numerous awards and citations. His fellow workers
also called him “Sarge” because he was a serious and dedicated worker. It is
said that his handshake was so strong and firm that he could bring a man to his
knees! He also worked for seventeen years as a part time employee at the
Thompson-Hayward Chemical Plant and at Stix Baer and Fuller in housekeeping.
From a young age and throughout life’s difficulties,
situations, and challenges, “Sarge” developed a strong work ethic and sense of
duty that he passed on to his three sons and four nephews that he helped to
raise.
He sounds like a good man.
ReplyDeleteYou write very well cousin Sarge is your father you are so blessed to still have your mother & father I need to find me some sources so that I can move to Houston Texas I don't want to come back to St Louis It's so time for me to get back out there on my own
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