Homer shakes off the blues, and turns to the other men. “Say!” says Homer. “Wait ’til I get home and tell the folks about this trip. I’m the first one in my family that ever rode in an aeroplane.”
The plane flies on. Night falls over America. City lights are visible below.
Clouds appear, illuminated by moonlight.
Homer is asleep.
“Hey, Al, ” says Fred.
“Yeah,” says Al.
“Remember what it felt like, when you went overseas?” asks Fred.
“As well as I remember my own name,” replies Al.
“I feel the same way now,” says Fred, “only more so.”
“I know what you mean,” says Al.
“Just ‘nervous out of the service,’ I guess,” says Fred.