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with Auger, Papa Dorme, Guynemer, Heurtaux; Spa 26, Lieutenant de la Tour;<br />
Spa 73, Capitaine Deullin, his coolness was legendary; Spa 103, the youngest<br />
squadron of the group, had originally been a bombing squadron, but its pilots<br />
fought so well they had been converted to fighters en masse .<br />
. .<br />
The leader of Spa 103, to which Fonck was assigned, was Capitaine<br />
d'Harcourt, an elegant gentleman, whose sharpest orders seemed like personal<br />
pleas for favors no one could refuse.<br />
The Storks had their traditions. Guynemer started one that everyone else<br />
picked up. He would buzz the field after a successful fight and "blip" his engine:<br />
BRMM! BRMM! BRMM! as if to say, "j'en ai un"—"l got one!"<br />
Everyone but Dorme, of course. Papa Dorme would fly back and land with<br />
no fuss and climb casually out of his machine. Usually, one could not tell<br />
whether he'd been in a scrap by looking at it, because he never brought it back<br />
with holes in it.<br />
"Oh, yes," he would reply to questions. "I left one of 'em flaming at<br />
such-and-such a spot." He would never say more. He never entered a claim. All<br />
of his confirmed victories were reported by someone else, ground observers or<br />
squadron mates. One day, a German radio broadcast announced that Dorme had<br />
shot down a German aeroplane. Dorme hadn't said anything about it. He was<br />
always the same, calm when he went out, calm when he came back, even after,<br />
on one occasion, having lost his lower right wing through collision with a German<br />
single-seater near Bapaume. Dorme habitually did his cruising about ten miles<br />
behind the enemy lines, and his comrades insisted that his score must have been<br />
at least 50.<br />
Such were the Storks.<br />
Brocard gave a crisp first interview to Fonck. "The only thing you are here<br />
for is to shoot down Bodies. Report to 103." That was all.<br />
Fonck's enthusiasm carried him clean out of the fight the first time he went<br />
up as a Stork.<br />
Familiarizing himself with the Spad and the lay of the land, he was circling<br />
above the city of Rheims, lost in a daydream about the ancient and historic events<br />
associated with the name of that city. He spotted a German two-seater about 3000<br />
feet below him, and dived on it immediately, plunging past the machine before he<br />
could even find it in his sight. By the time he had regained altitude the surprised<br />
Boche had cleared out, leaving Fonck alone to curse himself for having acted<br />
like<br />
an irresponsible schoolboy.<br />
The French, like the British and the Germans, had regularly scheduled<br />
patrols to fly, depending on the requirements of the army corps whose fronts<br />
they were to cover. Unlike the British and the Germans, however, the French<br />
never officially discouraged solo patrols except at the discretion of local commanders<br />
of squadrons or groups, so long as these independent and individual<br />
undertakings did not conflict with the commitments of the squadron or group.<br />
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