France. Armée; Joffre, Joseph Jacques Césaire, 1852-1931; World War, 1914-1918
Gouraud resembles Pétain in his judgment and charm as well as in his
power over men. He inspires devotion, and carries the secret of command
in a splendid face and figure. The empty right sleeve is a touching
testimony to his valour, and for months he walked limping with a stick,
for his right thigh and left leg had been injured also at the
Dardanelles—the place of his dismemberment. It was after a day’s
bombardment and the Commander-in-Chief was watching the embarkation of
wounded on a hospital ship, for there was no place to put them on that
rocky shore, searched minutely by the enemy shells. One breaking from a
Turkish naval gun threw the General over a wall and inflicted the
injuries I have described. On the way home by ship to Marseilles,
gangrene supervened in the arm, demanding its amputation.
I saw him just after his recovery when, with a glad note in his voice,
he announced his approaching return to the Front. In conversation with
him one realised why he was called the "lion of the Argonne." There is
something king-like in his looks—the brown beard, and the manly,
well-formed features—and you are certain that the khaki tunic covers a
lion’s heart. His whole career has been of the noble sort: whether
tracking Samory, the negro chieftain, into the recesses of his virgin
forest, where he captured him after he had waged fitful war with France
for seventeen years; or whether he was leading a sortie from Fez and
clearing a savage horde from its walls. For this latter feat he gained
the three stars at a time of life when most French officers have not
reached a colonelcy. When the Great War broke out Gouraud hastened from
Morocco to the east of France, where he led Colonial troops in
unexampled feats of bravery. He was shot in the shoulder, but bullets
cannot stop such a man; he seems to bear a charmed life as he passes
heedlessly amidst a storm of flying, shrieking metal. His heroic soul
is unmoved by the Inferno of the battle. Even the worst inventions of
the devil are powerless against this perfect knight, dressed in the
invincible and shining armour of his faith and patriotism.
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