He made his last trip to Luna when he knew he was going to die. Heaven knows how he escaped a checkup. Maybe the captain understood and was kind—but that doesn't matter now.
Do you know why he wanted to reach Mars? Do you know why he didn't want to die in the clean, cool air of Earth?
It was because he wanted to die nearer home. His home, Laura, was the Universe, where the ship was his house, the crew his father, mother, brothers, the planets his children.
You say that the beauty of the other side of the mountain vanishes after you reach it. But how can one ever be sure until the journey is made? Could I or Charlie or the thousand before us bear to look upon a star and think, I might have gone there; I could have been the first?
We said, too, that the life of a spaceman is lonely. Yet how could one be lonely when men like Charlie roam the spaceways?
Charlie wanted me to himself that night after graduation. He wanted us to celebrate as spacemen should, for he knew that this would be his last night on Earth. It might have seemed an ugly kind of celebration to you, but he wanted it with all his heart, and we robbed him of it.
Because of these things, Laura, I will be gone in the morning. Explain the best you can to Mickey and to your parents and Dean Dawson.
Right now I've got a date that I'm going to keep—at a dingy stone cafe on Mars, the Space Rat, just off Chandler Field on the Grand Canal.
Stardust Charlie will be there; he'll go with me in memory to whatever part of the Galaxy I may live to reach. And so will you, Laura.
I have two wedding rings with me—his wife's ring and yours.