"Suit me, man? Why I got a 'Betty' baby of my own, and that 'Daddy
Over There' song you sang is the sweetest thing I've heard in France,
and it will help those daddies more than a hymn would. I'm glad you
got them to singing."

And now I'm back home, and I thought the Silhouettes of Song were all
over, but I stepped into a church the other Sunday. Up high above the
sacred altars of that church fluttered a beautiful silk service flag.
It was starred in the shape of a letter "S." In the circle of each "S"
was a red cross. The church had two members in the Red Cross. Above
the "S" and below it were two red triangles. The church had men in the
service of the Y. M. C. A. Then grouped about the "S" were the stars
of boys in the service.

As I looked up at this cross a flood of memories swept over me. I
could not keep back the tears. All the love, all the loneliness, all
the heartache, all the pride, all the hope of the folks at home, their
reverence, their loyalty, was summed up in that flag. I stood to sing,
my eyes brimming with tears. The great congregation started that
beautifully sweet hymn that is being sung all over America in the
churches in loving memory of the boys over there:

"God save our splendid men,
Send them safe home again,
God save our men.
Make them victorious,
Patient and chivalrous,
They are so dear to us,
God save our men.