So there they are, the wheezing old cargo boats and their officers and crew. British, French, Italian, American, but mostly British.
No heroes, but the Lord help their people if they hadn't stayed on the job.
FLOTILLA HUMOR—AT SEA[ToC]
We were a group of American destroyers convoying twenty home-bound British steamers. There was one ship, a P. & O. liner, a great specimen of camouflaging.
She was the only ship in the convoy that was camouflaged, and she rode in stately style two lengths out in front of the others. All of which made her a prominent object. Our officers felt like telling her to dress back; but she had a British commodore aboard, and for an American two or three striper to try to advise a British commodore—well, it isn't done.
All day long she rode out in front of the column, and all day long our fellows kept saying things about her.
"Isn't she the chesty one!"