“After the armistice was signed, we saw the aviator who had killed Quentin. He was a non-commissioned officer and one of the most expert flyers in the enemy’s air service. After the armistice he was acting as an inspector in the surrender of German airplanes to the Allies. “This man said that when he learned that the officer whom he had brought down belonged to so prominent a family in America he felt sorry. “‘He was identified by a metal identification-plate fastened by a little chain to his wrist,’ said the German, ‘and I was then told of the young man’s prominence and his own personal popularity. Of course, even if I had known during the battle who he was, I would not have hesitated to try my best to down him; because, if I hadn’t, he surely would have downed me. “‘He made a gallant fight, although I recognized almost from the beginning of our duel that he was not as experienced as some others I had encountered and won out against. “‘As it was, he dipped and circled and looped and tried in a variety of ways to get above and behind me. It was not at all an easy task for me to get the upper hand and down him.’” [Illustration: © _Underwood and Underwood._ When the Great American Patriot Died Flyers Dropped Wreaths from the Air Over the Roosevelt Home at Sagamore Hill] Simple praise this is, but sincere we feel. The German felt sorry for our boy-hero. “He made a gallant fight,” he said. And he was not the only German who was forced to give due admiration to the dauntless American. The enemy buried him with military honors, and marked his grave. The German Cross, however, has been removed from the grave of Quentin. The grave is now simply fenced with stones. The French strew flowers over it. It bears a soldier’s inscription: “Here rests on the field of honor First Lieutenant Quentin Roosevelt, killed in action July, 1918.” A memorial just as eloquent in its simplicity is the letter from General Pershing to the father of Quentin: “Lieutenant Quentin Roosevelt during his whole career in the air service both as a cadet and as a flying officer was a model of the best type of young American manhood.” Quentin is a hero—a soldier—an officer—yet most of all he remains to our memory as our ex-President’s youngest boy. Eleanor Reed expresses this lasting appeal in her poem to Quentin, in the New York _Times_: “Young Roosevelt is dead—and I whose son Is just a little boy, too young to go, Read with bewildered eyes the tales recalled Of pranks the little White House boy had played.” JUST WHAT HE WANTED A Restless Seeker After Excitement, the War Filled the Bill for Lieutenant Roberts