My dear little mouse! Last year I could still write on this day with some emotional involvement; today on the second anniversary of having been taken prisoner, I find this almost impossible. After all it is already two whole years! The memory of a time lying so far in the past cannot arouse feelings any more. The most I could muster is a sigh or a curse! 2 years; how long to go yet? However, I did not want to let this day pass without writing a few lines in your book.
I also intended to write for Liesel's birthday but I am so devoid of energy. On the children I will probably notice most how long I have been away from you. Liesel must be quite a girl already. How pleased I was the little trick with the birthday present worked. Darling, I do not wish to write more today, I feel so uncomfortable. Perhaps more shortly. I kiss you many times and write a "Happy New Year" I remain your Otto.