December 3, 1944 – Sunday

SONY DSCHad a swell time last night. I danced until I was so tired I could hardly move. Their dancing is all together different from our dancing. You twirl more here. I met a nice girl that could speak English and I took her home. I went to mass this morning and met her there again. We walked around for a while and I was to go to her house Monday night. I did a few odd jobs this afternoon and tonight we went to a show at a theater. Some German planes were over tonight.

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