The Mentor: Guynemer, The Wingèd Sword of France, Vol. 6, Num. 18, Serial No. 166, November 1, 1918Cook, Howard W. (Howard Willard)
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The Mentor: Guynemer, The Wingèd Sword of France, Vol. 6, Num. 18, Serial No. 166, November 1, 1918
Cook, Howard W. (Howard Willard)
Guynemer, Georges, 1894-1917; World War, 1914-1918 -- Aerial operations
I know that they will rejoin that this was really luck, for I managed
to escape death. But, was it luck that day, when, carried along by the
great speed of my Nieuport, I rushed right past a Boche, giving him
a chance to puncture an arm and wound me in the jaw? Was that luck,
my fall of 3,000 meters after a shell had passed through a wing of
the machine? And how many episodes there are of a similar character!
Certainly, I do not wish to pretend that the question of chance, which
I call Providence, does not intervene in war. But between that and
the assurance that every act is guided by a manifestation of a good
star--there is a world of difference. And if I dispute this opinion so
sharply, as far as it concerns me, it is not, _certes_, because I am
annoyed, but, on the contrary, because I believe that it is rendering a
poor service to say that we succeed in any human activity through luck.
Yet if we will only eliminate this factor we shall recognize the
fact that neither that unfortunate Dormé nor I are instances of the
effect of chance upon the career of airplane-hunters. He was surnamed
“Invulnerable” because he almost always came back from his cruises
without a scratch. We were almost astounded if his airplane bore the
mark of a single bullet. With me, on the contrary, I had the special
faculty of coming back with missiles all over my machine.
Why was there this difference? We had almost the same methods of
attack. We proceeded along uniform principles, approaching the enemy to
point-blank distance. What then? The reason is plain: Dormé was better
at maneuvering than I. He called upon his skill to help him at the
moment of attack, and when he judged that he was not sure of success,
he went into a spin and broke away from the duel. I, on the contrary,
used the normal method of flying, never having recourse to acrobatics,
unless it was the last means to be employed. I stayed close to my
adversary, as if I were possessed. When I held him, I would not let him
go. These two systems have their advantages and their defects, which
should not astonish you, for perfection is not of this world.
I can draw but one conclusion from these two methods of fighting, and
it is of capital importance.
It is that hunting in the air must be done according to the
temperament and character of each individual hunter. If it show
itself as individual prowess, all the better. This must be cried out
aloud, for many young men come to the squadron with false ideas and
arrested wills, planning to bring down Boches in the style of Dormé
or Heurteaux. It is deplorable. Nothing is to be expected of the man
who relies upon his memory in attacking an airplane. He may recall the
way that some Ace acted under similar circumstances. He may attain a
measure of success, but he will never be a real scout.
He who has in him the quality of a champion is the pilot who has
recourse to his own initiative, to his own judgment, to his own
personal equation.
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