Dart begins this letter in the telephone center, waiting for a call to Cleveland to go through. That’s all he had time to write before he was connected to his parents. Now he’s waiting for the next call – the one to Dot. He dreads making this one, because, as much as he wants to hear her voice, he doesn’t want to make her cry and he’s sure the topic of conversation will do just that.

He’s about to tell her about his next assignment. His first stop will be Charleston, South Carolina, where he’ll probably meet up with his ship, the John R. Craig. He thinks he has some friends on board, and he’s been told she’s the flagship of the group. What that means is lots of regulation, which he suspects will be better for him than a “renegade ship and crew like the Haggard.”

This morning, he applied for a job at the newspaper office on the navy base and was snatched up immediately. Moments later, his transfer papers came through and and he was excused from all work details, so his career on the station paper was short. Such occasions as this cause me to ponder the effect of fate and timing on our lives. If his transfer papers had been delayed by several weeks, might he have been able to take his first baby steps toward a career in journalism? By transferring to a new ship, did he “miss the boat?”

He’s asked his mother to send him his camera and some film, so he hopes to be able to take some pictures on this cruise. (I suppose cameras will not be banned aboard ships as they were during the war.) He’ll probably send his watch home, although he hates to part with “his little buddy.”

Three years ago at this time, he was taking his exams to enter the Navy; his active duty orders came in Mid-June. Two years ago at this time, he was entering Great Lakes Navy Hospital; he was released from there in Mid-June. Last year at this time, he was on a train heading west for his departure from the USA; he began his homeward trip on the Haggard in mid-June. What does that tell Dot about the next time she’s likely to see him? The Navy is suggesting now that men with 27 points like Dart will probably get their discharge in about 7 months. That fits the pattern. “That must be the time we’ll hope for. Do not set your heart on it though. The Navy is a fearful machine, entirely unpredictable in it’s actions.”

Well, the dreaded phone call came through and Dot, indeed, cried. He wishes he could have spared her the heartache. He wishes he could spare her the loneliness by not going back to sea. “Oh, my Darling, how I’m going to miss you! Not getting your letters for a while will drive me frantic and give me the disposition of a molested grizzly bear.”

“I remember the day I gave you the ring. I felt the richest person in the world, just then. You were in a light dress, I in my whites. I held your left hand in mine. We each had on a wristwatch. You were wearing a brand new sparkling bit of gold and diamond. For some reason, I remember those watches. Gee, that was a thrilling moment. Did you know, before you saw the box, that I was going to give you that ring? The happiest moments of my life, or just about the happiest.”

He thinks he may just win that bet with Hal. He wonders if he’ll be a married man by the time that weenie roast rolls around.

He needs to find a container for his pennies if he uses his watch box to send his watch home. He should start packing, but he’d rather spend more time with Dot. He doesn’t leave Norfolk until 4:45 tomorrow, so he has so time to get his chores done and he prefers writing to his fiance.

Several random thoughts jumble together now. He congratulates her on her English theme. He asks if she envisions them sleeping with his arm around her when they’re married, as he does. He doesn’t think going to school in the summer is a great idea, but he’ll probably do it once he starts up again, so she should do what she thinks is best.

He’d love to have Thanksgiving with the Chamberlains, but that won’t be possible. “You seem to all lead such a wholesome, well-rounded life. Hope I acquire some of the family characteristics.”

He must send his new address to his folks and then hit the sack. He sends a loving “goodnight” to his favorite fiance.

Dot starts the day with a note before running off to her biology test. The house gave Mid a simple little birthday party last night – any reason to cease studying!

He’s been so faithful with letters, and she’s been so lax. She lives for the days when letters won’t be necessary, but she’ll miss his letters then.

She starts a second letter later in the evening, thanking him for the two “masterpieces” that arrived in today’s mail. Then the letter was interrupted by Dart’s phone call, followed by a good cry and a long walk.

She has come to the conclusion, that as the luckiest girl in the world, she has no right to cry. That’s just pure selfishness on her part. Would he believe her if she told him she has a big smile on her face now? It was hard to come by and didn’t last long, but it was there for a moment. It’s clear that stepping on Lucky packs didn’t work this time, but she is almost convinced that his new duties are for the best. After all, everything that’s happened to them thus far has been for the best, so why start to question the system now? (This young woman has more positive attitude in her than the entire Mormon Tabernacle Choir!

Her housemate Joyce has stopped by to comfort her. Joyce and her “one and only” Bill have experienced as much separation as she and Dart. Dot’s grateful for someone who understands and is willing to cheer her up. She’s also grateful for Dart and his attitude about this whole development.

She wraps up the letter with “I love you more than life itself. Keep your chin up, darling! Bon Voyage and hurry home!”