Dart describes the surrounding scenery as “flat as the open sea.” He also says, “Having recently come off a tin can definitely has its advantages. The poor land-lubbers (Ah, to be one of them again!) are having themselves a rough old time trying to walk in the moving cars, but we who rode the bucking broncos of the sea are moving about with the greatest of ease.”

He just finished another tricky maneuver aboard a train – shaving. He reports that his face doesn’t look as much like hamburger as it feels. He asks Dot if she saw the half-moon shining last night. It made him awfully glad he’s on his way home. He wonders if he might have a date with her on Saturday night. He’s not sure where they’ll go, but he’d surely love to escort her.

He’s witnessing his third sunset in a row from the window of a train. In about 24 hours, his train ride will be over! This train isn’t nearly as crowded as the ones he rode during war time. Even better, there are enough porters aboard to keep the cars swept clean. “The brakemen and conductors we’ve seen so far have discarded their wartime grumpiness, and are jolly and genuinely helpful. In other words, the trip so far is very nice.”

He tells Dot he’s read her stack of letters several times and plans to answer them someday. For now, all he has to say is that he loves her very much. That statement will have to hold Dot and the reader of this blog until the 14th, because there are no letters until then. We can have a little daydream about the happily reunited young lovers as Dart’s leave unfolds.