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"Ernst UDET & Georges GUYNEMER"

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When he wrote this story, Ernst Udet was just a rookie. But this novice was on his way to become, with 62 victories, the n°2 ace of his country's airforce...

There was some activity along the lines and rumor had it that the other side was preparing a big offensive. Every day we could observe, silhouetted against the summer sky, long series of fixed balloons, like a string of monstruous sausages. These balloons were dangerous for our troops and it was decided to do something about them.
I started my job early, so I would have the sun in my back while attacking the balloons. I was flying at high altitude, higher than ever before. The altimeter indicated 4500m ; the air was thin and glacial.
Down below, the world looked like an enormous aquarium. Right over Lierval, where Reinhold was brought down, I observed an enemy plane wich, from far away, could have been taken for a dragonfly.

Next I saw a bobbing black dot coming from the West. It rapidly took shape and I could identify it as a SPAD, probably looking for intruders like me. I fastened my braces and immediately sensed a dogged struggle. We were at the same altitude, a sun ray on the hull of my adversary revealed its light brown paint. At once we engaged in circling combat, each one watching for the right moment. Seen from below we were probably taken for birds in spring courting, but we both knew it was a matter of life or death. The first of us to get at other's tail would be victorious. That's the law of the singleseaters ; you can only fire ahead, taken from the back you're lost.

During the fight, we sometimes came so close to one another that I could observe in detail the face of my adversary, or in any case what was visible under his casque. At the side of the plane was a stork and two words in white paint. At the fifth pass, he came so close that I felt the air of his propeller, and I could read the letters of the word V-I-E-U-X. Everybody knew then that the "Vieux Charles" was the plane of Guynemer. I should have noticed : there weren't two allied pilots handling a plane with such dexterity. Like most predators, this man loved go hunting alone. It was Guynemer who effected the tactic of attacking with the sun. That's the way he had downed my buddy Puz. At the times he was already credited with 30 victories, and I sensed this would be the combat of my life.

I tried an "Immelmann" to get him from above, but he grasped at once my intention and escaped with a half roll. I ventured another trick and Guynemer foiled it immediately. The hide-and-seek game dragged on.
At one moment, while comming out of a turn, he got the advantage for a fraction of a second and a hail of bullets surrounded my cockpit. I went all out, anything I could do,turns, loops, rolls, glides, but he stuck to the slightest movements with incredibly fast and precise reactions. Little by little I realized I didn't measure up to him. Not only was his plane superior, but the pilot was a peerless fighter. However, I had no choice but to fight ; breaking off the combat and turn my back would mean my death sentence.

I got into a sharp turn and for a split second I had him within range. I pulled the trigger and... nothing. My machine gun misfired ! Holding the stick with my left hand, I shock the gun vigorously with the right one. In vain...
For a second I felt tempted to escape in a nose dive, but with such an adversary the manúuvre was hopeless. In four seconds at my tail he would have downed me without trouble. Hence, the circling combat continued. For me it was the most extraordinary flying lesson - the risk aside of course - and I admit momentary forgetting that my partner was Guynemer, and that he was my enemy. It occured to me I was training with a friend over a field. But this impression didn't last. We were circling for 8 minutes already, the longest 8 minutes of my flyer career. Suddenly, Guynemer turned over and in inverted flight passed by head down. Immediately I released the stick beating the damned gun with two hands. The approach was primitive but sometimes it worked.

Guynemer had watched me doing and knew for now I was his defenseless victim : he made another pass just over my head in almost inverted flight and to my amazement made a sign with his hand and left westward.

Startled I got to the field. Afterwards some people suggested that Guynemer's machine gun had the same problem while others thought he was afraid of me hitting him in my distress. But I don't buy that. For me, Guynemer displayed some perennial element of old chivalry that oulasted modern fighting methods.
Therefore, I feel committed to contribute this personal testimony as a homage to the unknow tomb where he rests...

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Combat entre Udet et Guynemer
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Fight between Udet and Guynemer
The action pictured by Benjamin Freudenthal

"Suddenly, Guynemer turned over and in inverted flight passed by head down. Immediately I released the stick beating the damned gun with two hands. The approach was primitive but sometimes it worked".




Georges Guynemer




Ernest Udet