Dart writes a short, leisurely letter on a long, lazy Sunday. He describes a perfect California day when the sun shines brightly and the water and the distant mountains are the same shade of deep blue-green. Most of the guys in Dart’s unit are spending the day with their visiting wives, so Dart has some time to himself.

He finished his laundry yesterday, and today he must attack that stack of letters he owes folks. But before he begins, he takes a moment to daydream of driving his family’s green chariot all over town when he and Dot are together next month. (Fingers crossed!) He imagines they will use up far more than the nine gallons of gas rations he’ll receive for his leave. He also sees no point in them wasting any time sleeping during his brief visit. There’ll be plenty of time to sleep on the return train.

Dot’s letter matches Dart’s, both in brevity and in subject matter. She too waxes poetic about the beautiful, sparkling weather. For her, all the evening lacks is a large yellow moon, but she can dream it into place.

She can also daydream about Dart’s leave, admitting that she will be a “sad case” if the Navy does them wrong.

She mentioned going to church this morning and missing the preaching of the regular pastor. Dan Bliss is on a leave from the church to serve as an Army chaplain, but no one can adequately fill his shoes in the Second Congregational Church pulpit.

Dot talked with her parents today about leaving the Miller’s house and moving back home. The job is fine, but she ends each day exhausted. They, naturally told her it was her decision. She guesses she’ll stick it out a few more weeks.

No letters tomorrow, but Dart writes on the 17th.