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Allen Johnson was a slight
boy with a slender frame. He wasn't the kind of person you wanted to back you
up if you got into trouble.
For his first few years in
school he didn't get very good grades. For
some reason he just didn't seem to "get it" or figure out what he was
supposed to be learning.
He received good grades on written assignments
but did poorly on oral tests.
From the eighth
grade on - - he received high marks except for athletic endeavors. All boys in the gym class were supposed to
climb up a rope about twenty feet long, but try as he would he never made it up
more than ten feet.
At first all his classmates
made fun of him, but toward the end of the term, different ones tried to help
him get to the top by cheering him on but in the end he just couldn't climb
that rope.
The coach finally gave up on
him, and gave him a “C” grade for effort and let it go at that.
In baseball he was the bat boy. In football he was the water boy and in basket ball he sat in the bleachers.
In baseball he was the bat boy. In football he was the water boy and in basket ball he sat in the bleachers.
He was the only guy who never
talked to a girl the whole time he was in school except when he was in the
library one might on occasion ask him a question about an assignment.
For some reason he was the
runt of the family. His dad would get upset when Allen couldn't do as much work
as his other brothers.
At times his dad would ask his wife, "Are you sure that boy is mine?"
At times his dad would ask his wife, "Are you sure that boy is mine?"
Of course Allen's mother didn't take kindly to dad’s allegations.
He would continually say that to her when frustration sat in.
The wife was finally fed up
with his accusations until one day she answered and said, “You know I'm not
sure whose boy he is. It could be one of several guys.” That was the last time
his dad he ever made those suggestions to her again.
His mother wasn't skinny but she
was small boned and she accepted the fact Allen took after her.
When Allen graduated from High
school his prospects were not very good so his folks decided he should go on to
college. After two years of math and
accounting, two things happened all on the same day.
He was offered a job at an
accounting firm, and he received a draft notice to report to the army doctors
for a physical.
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The first few days Allen
would pass out when made to do something he didn't have strength to accomplish.
They would sit him up and put his head between his legs until he came to. After a week or so he began to last a little
longer before he gave out.
Four weeks later he made it
through the whole day and all the other guys taking basic gave him a big cheer.
He could scarcely hold his rifle steady
when firing from a sitting position, and was always the last one coming in from
a march to and from nowhere.
In any case much to everyone’s
surprise Allen was still standing when basic training was finished.
To be Continued
Come back tomorrow for the next chapter.
Come back tomorrow for the next chapter.
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