“Guynemer, who was somewhat weak and sickly, always remained a private soldier.  His comrades, appreciating the value of having a general with sufficient muscular strength to maintain his authority, never dreamed of placing him at their head.  The muscle, which he lacked, was a necessity.  But when a choice of soldiers had to be made, he was always counted among the best, and his name called among the first.  Although he had not much strength, he had agility, cleverness, a quick eye, caution, and a talent for strategy.  He played his game himself, not liking to receive any suggestions from his chiefs, intending to follow his own ideas.  The battle once begun, he invariably attacked the strongest enemy and pursued those comrades who occupied the highest rank.  With the marvelous suppleness of a cat, he climbed trees, flung himself to the ground, crept along barriers, slipped between the legs of his adversaries, and bounded triumphantly off with a number of brassards.  It was a great joy to him to bring the trophies of his struggles to his general.  With radiant face, and with his two hands resting on his legs, he looked mockingly at his adversaries who had been surprised by his cleverness.  His superiority over his comrades was especially apparent in the battles they fought in the woods of Bellevue.[7] There the field was larger, and there was a greater variety of chances for surprising the enemy.  He hid himself under the dead leaves, lay close to the branches of trees, and crept along brooks and ravines.  It was often he who was selected to find a place of vantage for the flag.  But he was never willing to act as its guardian, for he feared nothing so much as inactivity, preferring to chase his comrades through the woods.  The short journey to the Bellevue woods was passed in the elaboration of various plans, and arguing about those of his friends; he always wanted to have the last word.  The return journey was enlivened by biting criticism, which often ended in a quarrel."[8]

[Footnote 7:  The country house of Stanislas College is at Bellevue. [Translator’s note.]]

[Footnote 8:  Unpublished notes by Abbe Chesnais.]

This is an astonishing portrait, in which nearly all the characteristics of the future Guynemer, Guynemer the fighter, are apparent.  He does not care to command, he likes too well to give battle, and is already the knight of single combats.  His method is personal, and he means to follow his own ideas.  He attacks the strongest; neither size nor number stops him.  His suppleness and skill are unequaled.  He lacks the muscle for a good gymnast, and at the parallel bars, or the fixed bar, he is the despair of his instructors.  How will he supply this deficiency?  Simply by the power of his will.  All physical games do not require physical strength, and he became an excellent shot and fencer.  Furious at his own weakness, he outdid the strong, and, like Diomede and Ajax, brought back his trophies laughing.  A college courtyard was not sufficient for him:  he needed the Bellevue woods, while he waited to have all space, all the sky, at his disposal.  So the warlike infancy of a Guynemer is like that of a Roland, a Duguesclin, a Bayard,—­all are ardent hearts with indomitable energy, upright souls developing early, whose passion it was only necessary to control.