He replaced General d'Amade on the 10th of May, led a brilliant and successful attack on the 4th of June, and was, alas! terribly wounded before the end of the month.

He was entering a dressing-station close to his headquarters to which some wounded French soldiers had just been brought when a shell exploded beside him.

His aide-de-camp was knocked over, and when he picked himself up, stunned and bewildered, he saw his General lying a few yards away, with both legs and an arm broken.

Gouraud, during these few weeks, had already made his mark, and universal sympathy from French and English followed him home.

His right arm was amputated on the way to Toulon; the left leg, though broken below the knee, was not seriously injured, but the fracture of the right involved injury to the hip, and led to permanent lameness.
Who would have imagined that a man so badly hurt could yet have afterwards become one of the most brilliant and successful generals in the French Army?
The story of his recovery must rank with the most amazing instances of the power of the human will, and there are various touches connected with it in current talk which show the temper of the man, and the love which has been always felt for him.
One of his old masters of the College Stanislas who went to meet him at the station on his arrival at Paris, and had been till then unaware of the extent of the General's wounds, could not conceal his emotion at seeing him.