A very hurried note from Dart tells of receiving a letter from Dot, forwarded from the hospital. He got a little thrill to see the stamp “transferred to duty” on the envelope.

He was required to get his hair cut before leave – a fate he’d been hoping to avoid by getting a real barber cut in the hospital, “But they’ve decided to mess us all up a little more.”

Throughout the day, Dart and company have had numerous uniform changes for the various duties they’ve encountered: Dungarees (when was the last time you heard that word?) for pre-dawn exercise, blues for chow, whites for inspection, dungarees again for work detail, whites for dinner and back into dungarees for haircuts. That seems rather inefficient to me, but the Navy has its own ways.

He has to hit the sack early for the 0500 “Hit the Deck” wake-up call.

Dot’s note equaled Dart’s in brevity today. She’s so happy he has only a week remaining until he’s in the loving embrace of his family. She offered the hopeful suggestion that he could travel to Cleveland via New York and be in Greenwich during her three-day break over July 4.

She was transferred to the first floor at Franklin Simons today to fill in a short staff. She’s not too keen on the idea and hopes it’s just temporary. She likes the merchandise upstairs better and has become friendly with the staff up there. Now she’s selling neckties and handkerchiefs and finds it dull.

She asks Dart to remember to give her regards to his family and tell them she’s envious of them. She also wants him to remember that she loves him.

There’s no letter from either of our lovebirds tomorrow, so I’ll see you back here on the 23rd.