Big
Buddy with a Big Heart
A character sketch of Littlejohn
by Othello
Hell even share his birthday cake with you!
Hes definitely not little, and his name probably isnt John, either. So
what gives with the Littlejohn moniker? Well, being a Robin Hood buff, I automatically
thought of the great Sherwood bandits steadfast sidekick when I first saw The
Tallest Man in Second Platoon. The original Littlejohn (the English one) was, after all,
not exactly vertically deprived either. And he, like our GI friend, also had the same
enormous appetite, the sort a man possesses when hes large enough to bump his head
on doorways all the time and wears boots roughly the size of Rhode Island.
But the thing I think about first when I remember the Littlejohn of yore is his
absolute loyalty to his friends and leader an attribute which, happily, our
modern-day Littlejohn has in abundance. Littlejohn will patiently bear all sorts of jibes
himself, nicknames like "Big Ox" and "Big Moose," for example, none of
which makes him wring any necks, which he obviously could, just as easily as he tosses off
those deadpan Midwestern wisecracks. But let some Tommy slight Saunders, and this normally
gentle giant is provoked to head-crunching indignation as in, "Love me, love
my sergeant." Yes, this man is someone you want on your side, not just because
hes good for carrying your cigarettes during amphibious assaults, but also because
hes a pretty handy weapon for averting fights with your so-called Allies. (The
"speak as loudly as you want; just have a really big buddy" policy of foreign
relations.)
Littlejohns flares of temper come so rarely because he is almost always such a
calm and optimistic personality, even or, better yet, especially in
situations where there is little to be optimistic about. I figure this comes from his
farming background. Farmers, you see, have to be optimists, always counting on better
things ahead a better yield next season, a better crop price next month, a better
rain next week. Without optimism, no one could sustain such a hand-to-mouth existence. Who
better than a farmboy, then, to understand the provisional nature of ones existence
in warfare, the fragile line between life and death, and the hardiness of the human
spirit? Littlejohn always wants to make the best of things and see the best in people
because thats how he was raised. Where others see only ditzy and annoying nuns,
Littlejohn marvels that they are "wonderful, wonderful ladies." Where others
would bemoan a bike investment gone bad (both tires more bent out of shape than an irate
sergeant), Littlejohn counts it a good thing that hes still got the body and
fenders.
But such a sunny disposition can be quite rankling to those around him, particularly
men with less generous views of humankind. The difference between, say, a suspicious and
pessimistic type like Kirby and an optimist like Littlejohn is exemplified in their
opposite reactions to the orphan Bijou. Littlejohn is the very first to offer a handout
a whole box of K rations. Only after everyone else has pitched in to the Bijou Fund
does Kirby break down and give something (to save face more than anything else, one
suspects), but all he actually parts with is a stingy half a chocolate bar. (Hey,
Kirby, dont knock yourself out.)
And lets face it, only an optimist like our Littlejohn would ever be best friends
with Billy Nelson. Its not that Billy is unpleasant to be around to the
contrary, you cant dislike him any more than you can dislike those cuddly puppies
that seem to be everywhere in wartime France. But like those cuddly puppies, Billy can
also get you killed. Poor Billy, he just gets so confused, to the point of losing
pins to live grenades and forgetting about German tank columns. Its a good thing he
has Littlejohn to look after him, because you sometimes get the feeling that these two
soldiers are not, shall we say, mentally inhabiting the same theater of operations. If
Littlejohn is squarely where the action is, then you might say Billy took a wrong turn off
the Alaska Highway about 2,000 miles back.
Its a tribute to Littlejohns enormous patience and kindheartedness that he
puts up with Billy as faithfully as he does. But I also suspect that Littlejohn, who
obviously has horse sense when it comes to people, knows when hes got a good thing
going. After all, if the guys in the squad really got to thinking about just whose
helmet would hold the most coffee or boiled chicken .... So you see, Littlejohn wins both
ways. Everyone thinks hes such a nice guy for adopting Billy as a sort of
mascot-buddy-baby brother, and in the bargain Littlejohn gets to keep his chinstraps. Now thats
what I call Nebraska clever.
Copyright © 1998 by Dorothy Spangler. All rights reserved.
Characters from the television series COMBAT! are the property of ABC-TV.