Wings over England

by Roy J. Snell

If Il Duce’s in the way, we’ll roll it over him.

If the devil’s in the way, we’ll roll it over him.

We’ll roll the old chariot along

And we won’t tag on behind.”

In the hush that followed, Cherry announced in a low, husky voice: “God save the King.”

There followed a shuffling of feet. Every man, woman and child was on his feet. Even the enemy planes above seemed to hush as the glorious National Anthem rolled over England from Dover to Newcastle.

There were tears in the social service worker’s eyes as she took Cherry’s hand. “You’ll come again, won’t you?” she said in a low voice full of meaning. “Often and often.”

“Everybody Sing”

“If—if you need me,” was the quiet reply.