By Rene Torres
Special to El Rrun-Rrun
No soldier was too young to become a “Villista”—as was the case for a 12-year-old Mexican boy name Juan Perales. While other kids of his age were playing the games of the day—Juan was swept out of his childhood to face the waste and destruction of a revolution.
Juan’s story began in Brownsville on Easter Sunday, April 5, 1915. A pioneer resident of the city, while discussing the history of the area with his friends, told the story of Juan Perales.
While an army of Pancho Villa’s army was zeroing in on Matamoros, pounding at its door—among his followers was Juan Perales. Juan was not leading the charge with a melody, but with a loaded rifle.
He had become a “Villista” four months prior to the Easter Holidays.
As dead bodies were being removed from the battle site—among them was a very young and tired soldier.
On Easter Sunday morning, Juan was one of the lucky ones taken on a stretcher with only a leg wound received near Matamoros.
The wounded boy soldier was carried to the Besteiro Hospital in Brownsville. The young fighter, a native of Cerrito, San Luis, Potosi, started weeping aloud as his wounds were being dressed by the physicians.
At this point nurse Hortence Nixon, promised Juan a bunny rabbit if he would stop crying. With tears of a child— he went through the painful ordeal like an old war warrior.
After all the bandages were in place, the nurse brought him a candy bunny rabbit with a basket full of Easter eggs. Juan, although mute in emotion, took his gift with much appreciation.
The gifts of candy were sent to the Besteiro Hospital, which was temporarily setup across where the City Central Fire Station is today by the nuns of the Incarnate Word Academy.
The “Rabbit Soldier”, as he was known, became very popular with the hospital staff. While his wounds were healing, for an unknown reason Juan refused to eat and lost the will to live.
There was no mother, father, personal friends or even Pancho Villa by his side when days after Easter Sunday, the kid soldier took a turn for the worse and died. He demonstrated he could survive from a bullet wound — but what killed him was a deeper wound, depression.
As nurses gathered his belongings—among them was a marble found in one of his pockets, perhaps something he cherished as he went through his fighting days.
Juan’s biggest battle was fought while in a hospital bed. But there, without firing a shot, won the hearts of all that came to know him. He was only a child facing boyhood when he died, but was given a hero’s funeral.
According to Pierre Corneille, a French dramatist, “Every moment of life is a step towards death.” In Juan’s case, his life journey from the “Womb from the Tomb,” sadly ended prematurely.
His body is at rest at the old Brownsville City Cemetery.
Que Viva Juan Perales!
Special to El Rrun-Rrun
No soldier was too young to become a “Villista”—as was the case for a 12-year-old Mexican boy name Juan Perales. While other kids of his age were playing the games of the day—Juan was swept out of his childhood to face the waste and destruction of a revolution.
Juan’s story began in Brownsville on Easter Sunday, April 5, 1915. A pioneer resident of the city, while discussing the history of the area with his friends, told the story of Juan Perales.
While an army of Pancho Villa’s army was zeroing in on Matamoros, pounding at its door—among his followers was Juan Perales. Juan was not leading the charge with a melody, but with a loaded rifle.
He had become a “Villista” four months prior to the Easter Holidays.
As dead bodies were being removed from the battle site—among them was a very young and tired soldier.
On Easter Sunday morning, Juan was one of the lucky ones taken on a stretcher with only a leg wound received near Matamoros.
The wounded boy soldier was carried to the Besteiro Hospital in Brownsville. The young fighter, a native of Cerrito, San Luis, Potosi, started weeping aloud as his wounds were being dressed by the physicians.
At this point nurse Hortence Nixon, promised Juan a bunny rabbit if he would stop crying. With tears of a child— he went through the painful ordeal like an old war warrior.
After all the bandages were in place, the nurse brought him a candy bunny rabbit with a basket full of Easter eggs. Juan, although mute in emotion, took his gift with much appreciation.
The gifts of candy were sent to the Besteiro Hospital, which was temporarily setup across where the City Central Fire Station is today by the nuns of the Incarnate Word Academy.
The “Rabbit Soldier”, as he was known, became very popular with the hospital staff. While his wounds were healing, for an unknown reason Juan refused to eat and lost the will to live.
There was no mother, father, personal friends or even Pancho Villa by his side when days after Easter Sunday, the kid soldier took a turn for the worse and died. He demonstrated he could survive from a bullet wound — but what killed him was a deeper wound, depression.
As nurses gathered his belongings—among them was a marble found in one of his pockets, perhaps something he cherished as he went through his fighting days.
Juan’s biggest battle was fought while in a hospital bed. But there, without firing a shot, won the hearts of all that came to know him. He was only a child facing boyhood when he died, but was given a hero’s funeral.
According to Pierre Corneille, a French dramatist, “Every moment of life is a step towards death.” In Juan’s case, his life journey from the “Womb from the Tomb,” sadly ended prematurely.
His body is at rest at the old Brownsville City Cemetery.
Que Viva Juan Perales!
5 comments:
Great story! I hope Rene Torres continues to contribute.
Great piece of writing. Andy Rooney said, "a writer is a person that tells the true." There are times that you can write with the best. However, there are times that your readers know that you are not trueful and your credibility suffers. Print what is true and your readers will appreciate your writing. Yes, "Viva Juan Peralez".
WOW! Very good story, keep up the good word:)
In the coming days, I will go to the grave and pay my respects to the young soldier.
Me too and I'll take some marbles.
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