I was skating on the sideway near my house when a woman stopped me. She was a pretty woman but her face looked serious and, for a few minutes, I was afraid I’d done
She asked if I could go to her house and meet Johnny, her little boy. She told me her family had recently moved to Pine Bluff because their tiny community didn’t
have a hospital or a doctor. I couldn’t think of any reason not to meet her son and besides, her house was directly across the street from my house.
beside her, I listen as she talked about Johnny not being able to skate or go to school because he had a serious disease. The soft-spoken woman seemed tearful when she mentioned Johnny had recently been in the hospital for his second operation.
Because her son was new to the neighborhood…he didn’t have friends or anyone to play with. She thanked me for wanting to meet her son.
When we went
inside the house, a handsome young boy was sitting in bed, dressed in pajamas, and playing with a set of metal soldiers. Yes, Johnny was handsome except for the patch he wore on his right eye. He told me he was seven years old which meant he was one
year older than me.
At first, Johnny seemed shy, but as soon as I began asking questions about “the battle” being fought on the large wooden board in front
of him and wondering why “the enemy” soldiers appeared to be winning…. Johnny and I became instant friends. Before I left his house that day, I promised to visit him after school, the next day.
Over quite-a-few weeks, I read stories to Johnny and also shared my new writing skills. Sometimes, I took my small blackboard and chalk to Johnny’s house so I could teach Johnny to read and write…even
That’s when Johnny told me that doctors had removed his right eye because it was “dying.” When he lifted the patch to show me the empty space where
his eye had been, I was horrified…and quickly changed the subject.
Johnny’s unnamed disease kept him from enjoying normal activities…like playing
outside, going to school, or attending church. After someone gave him a small radio and a complete set of metal soldiers…World War II became his world.
The year was 1944
and World War II was on everyone’s mind. Newspapers wrote of nothing else and WWII updates were all you could hear on the radio. Just like Johnny, I had a great fascination with WWII so we had plenty to talk about. And, sing about!
Listening to the radio, Johnny and I learned all the words to such war songs as “Over There” and “From the halls of Montezuma” and “Anchors Aweigh” and so many
more. Johnny had a great singing voice so we spent many afternoons playing with his soldiers and singing our favorite wartime songs.
The afternoon I learned that Johnny
was going back in the hospital for yet another operation….I was worried. His mother never mentioned the reason for this operation but I’ll always believe she knew Johnny’s young life was at stake. Not fully-understanding tragedy or
loss…I spent our last afternoon together….challenging Johnny to a singing match. Song after song, each of us sang one of our favorites. The rule was: the first one to forget the lyrics…lost the match. I was singing “When
Johnny comes marching home again…” and doing a good job until I forgot one line of the song….which meant I lost the match! We laughed at my mistake… ate the apple pie his mother had made…then I went home. (Johnny
never knew I intentionally “forgot” the lyrics. Facing another operation, he needed to feel like “a winner.”)
Four days later, Johnny’s mother knocked
on our door. Crying as if her heart had broken, she told me the operation had failed. She handed me Johnny’s box of metal soldiers, gave me an emotional hug, then left our house and my life.
I’ll never forget her last words: "Johnny won't be coming home, ever- again. He loved you--his only friend--and would want you to have his soldiers. ”
Some loves are only meant to be with us for a few days, a few weeks, or a few years. But...young loves will live in our hearts…forever.