16 January 1944
Darling,

Of course I went out for New Years, why wouldn't I? I shared a dance with a lovely young girl. Her brother was giving me a cold stare the entire time, I think he was Swiss. Before you get upset, however, she asked me, and how could I say no? It would be like coming across a hungry kitten and leaving it to starve. It was one dance and nothing more. No kisses either. I had a few glasses of rum and bourbon, for you. Perhaps next year I can greet the new year with a kiss...

No, headaches are never fun, but rather unavoidable when you've been drinking. Rather difficult to get away from, as well, I'm afraid. That aside, I'm glad you didn't do any drinking. I don't want you to loose your dreams to a bottle. What were you afraid of saying?

There is alway's next Christmas, dear. Just be sure to come home to me. My family knows about you, and my brothers are looking forward to meeting you. I warn you now, they are all assholes. We only fought a LITTLE. Three or four times each day...my poor mum...

Good luck with your mission, ducky. I look forward to your next letter.

Love,

Artie

P.S. Time makes the heart grow fonder, I miss you too.

P.P.S. I've included some photos from New Years. Don't laugh at me.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
-E. E. Cimmings