Jan 16, 1944
Hello honey, at last I got your swell letter. Of course I loves you & you're a swell sister to have & always have been. I've always been a hard guy to get along with, sometimes it's a wonder people can or could live with me. Anyway, you're tops as far as I'm concerned honey. I sure would like to write to your boy friend, how about sending me his address? I also should like very much to meet him, but I guess that can't very well be done - yet anyway eh? ha - ha. Say tell him not to envy me Sis, I'd give practically anything to be back in good old Canada & able to drop around & see the gal friend, although I guess I haven't got one there anymore. Edie apparently doesn't like me much anymore - boo hoo. Oh well, I guess I'm not as "cute" as I thought ha - ha - ha. I've still got her picture anyway and that's some consolation. The girls over here are all out for young Canuck airmen, boy & I don't mean maybe. They all want to marry us not for what we are but for out money, rank & to get over & see Canuck land. They aren't all like that of course, but you gotta watch your step or you've "had it". I sure hope everything works out ok for you & your Jack, he sounds o.k. to me. The weather is a little worse these last few days - foggy & damp. Last week we had lovely clear frosty days & I sure enjoyed the prairie nip in the air, it brought back swell memories to me of skiing by the river & hockey at Gyro & many other swell experiences - oh woe is me.
My Xmas wasn't bad, boy I missed you all very much & thought of you all, all the time. I myself hope the next one finds me home with you all. I guess you'll find my writing rather different but I have to write fast if I ever want to answer all my mail, especially now as I'm being moved around from camp to camp trying [?] in [?][?][?] last course since I lost my crew.
Say, tell me something why is everyone so quiet about Edie? I don't get it. Why not give me the low down - I can take it. I haven't heard from her for months & if some people don't watch out I'll be bringing home an English bride - that'll be the day. But come on give me the real "gin" about her eh? I've a fair idea what's going on anyway. Well dear I must pack up for now, write soon. Bye for now, give all a kiss for me. God bless you my big Sis.
Loads of Love, Peter.