January 6, 1944

Dearest,
This is entirely too late for me to be up, but here I am, writing in perfect peace + quiet while everybody else is either asleep or in Belfast carousing. You seem closer when nobody else is around. I’ve been intending for a week or more to write you a nice long letter thanking you in detail for all the various Christmas presents, but whenever I get around to writing I think maybe it is better manners to write to somebody else. So don’t think I don’t appreciate them (the presents) because I haven’t mentioned them yet. Tonight I spent the whole evening writing to Papa and being OD. I hope I’m through for the night now. Today the Team got mail in three separate deliveries, which was exciting because I got your V-letter of Dec. 11, 13, +16 and your long letter of the 12th. A most gratifying day. I knew there was some influenza in England, but I thought there was more in the US. Maybe we ought to stop worrying about eachother. We’ve had arather few upper respiratory infections in the hospital here. Me-I’m fine. That is, as fine as I can be without you. When I come home you won’t be able to get out of my sight for a long, long time. I’m really going to stick to you- tight.

Love B