This letter from Dart is written while awaiting his three appointments at sick bay and getting all his odd jobs done. Being on light duty means he gets lots of guard shifts and grunt tasks to complete.

He responds to the three letters he received from Dot today and he sends he a big load of luck on her upcoming exams.

He writes a paragraph about the capriciousness of love; warm and hopeful one moment, and then the chill of doubt creeps in on a shadow of misunderstanding, bringing with it a deep sense of loneliness and abandonment. Just as you’re hunkering down inside the loneliness, the sun comes out again and the beautiful glow of love returns. I wonder what brought that on?

There is a little talk and hopeful planing for a leave in late February. He’s hoping she’ll be available for a date and maybe dinner at his folks’ house during his brief return to Cleveland. He has yet to learn the tenuous nature of plans.

He concludes by saying he has no idea how he can live up to her high expectations, but he prays she’ll keep giving him the chance to try.