Guynemer kept a diary of all his doings day by day, and his biographer
makes free use of it. His method of entry was laconic. He never
stressed a point. Take as an example of the style and as a character
sketch of the man his entry of January 26, 1917, when he did that
incredible thing, brought down and captured a two-seater enemy machine
when he himself was without offensive arms. He went up in a borrowed
machine of which he was sufficiently contemptuous. The day before he
had not gone up. His only diary entry for that day was “Je regarde
voler les autres et ronge.”
The translation of his entry for the 26th is as follows:
“Bucquet lends me his taxi. Gun sights nothing, simply an emptiness.
What a layout! Line of aim worse than pitiful.
“12 o’clock saw a Boche at 12,000 feet. Up went the lift. Arrived in
the sun. In tacking about was caught in nasty tail spin. Descending,
I see the Boche 400 yards behind, firing at me. Recovering I fire ten
shots. Gun jams completely. But the Boche seemed to feel some emotion
and dived away full south with his motor wide open. Let’s follow him!
“But I do not get too close to him, for fear he will see that I can’t
shoot. Altimeter drops to 5,000 feet above Estrées-Saint-Denis. I
maneuver my Boche as nicely as I can, and suddenly he redresses and
sets off towards Rheims.
“I essay a bluff. I mount to 2,000 feet over him and drop on to him
like a stone. Made an impression on him but was beginning to believe
it did not take when he suddenly began to descend. I put myself 10
yards behind him; but every time I showed my nose around the edge of
his tail the gunner took aim at me.
“We take the road towards Compiègne—3,000 feet—2,000 feet again I show
my nose, and this time the gunner stands up, takes his hands from his
machine gun and motions to me that he surrenders. _All Right!_
“I see underneath his machine the four bombs in their resting place.
1,500 feet. The Boche slows down his windmill. 600 feet. 300 feet. I
swerve over him while he lands. I make a round or two at 300 feet and
see that I am over an airdrome. But not having any gun or cartridges
I cannot prevent them from setting fire to their taxi, a 200 H. P.
Albatross, magnificent.
“When I see they are surrounded I come down and show the two Boches my
disabled machine gun. Some headpiece!
“They had fired 200 shots at me. My ten bullets that I fired before I
jammed had struck their altimeter and the revolution counter, hence
their emotion! The pilot told me that my aeroplane I shot down day
before yesterday at Goyancourt had gunner killed and pilot wounded
in the knee. Hope this unique confirmation will be accepted by
authorities. It will make my 30th.”