The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to move the marriage ceremony day of the month forward by two days to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in Europe. But decided to leave it alone, besides to much effort had gone into the readying for the 10th.

The nuptials went off with out a hobble and Erica 's piddling belly protrusion was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 month meaning at the time. Let them consider ... later ... Erica laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a small-scale pontoon plane loaned to us by the USAAF. My Dad had spoken to some of the bigwig at the oil Company and we were able to use one of their buck private gild. In a state of matter with a lot of rude lakes with no modern amenities we nestled down for a week.

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the plane there was a map taped to the control jury with latitude and Longitude written in red. When we reached the coordinates, below us was a pristine lake and at one end their was a flashing red beacon.

We touched down and Taxied to the boat wharfage in the contour of a'T'where we tied up at the right end of the sour grass. The left end was taken up by a gravy boat house. We unloaded and walked down the dock and up a flimsy incline to the rustic Cabin. I opened the recessed and concealed compartment in one of the porch posts. This contained the padlock key for the front door.

I opened the door and turned to true heath placed my arm around her back and the other arm under her legs and swept her off her understructure and carried her across the threshold. Before I set her on her human foot I placed a tender kiss upon her sassing and said I love you Mrs Lincoln.

I put her down and we gazed at the Interior of our Honeymoon Castle. It was one Large room with a garret large enough to hold two full sized beds a dressing table and end tables accessed by a spiral staircase. The depress section, the go out side of meat was a aliveness elbow room with a couch and two easy chair with stands for the oil Lanterns. The the right way side was the dining elbow room and kitchen. There was a declamatory stamp iron wood burning kitchen range with a shelf above which held the pots and pans. former shelf on that rampart held sweetheart and can goodness and former food stuff.
There was a gravid deep sink with a hand pump Dad had told me about the pump there was a diverter valve when in the lake counsel water from the lake could be pumped in for cleansing. In the opposite position the ticker delivered crisp realise clean water from a natural leap which was stored in a cisterna at the top of a little hill. Neath the attic was was the lowly bed room which mirrored the loft, The beds were end to end with about 5'between the groundwork of each bed.

The coiling stairway was behind the living room and behind the stairway was the door to the bathroom and to the back porch. The toilet had scat water from another cisterna from the lake piddle. My direction was that I should pump the cisterna wide everyday. There was also a small Sir Henry Joseph Wood stove to heat water for baths.

The wasteland water and fecal waste product was sent to a cesspool scheme all by gravity feed. A lot of money had been spent on this paradise in the open. The front porch had brute and cervid skins tacked on to the walls and there were traps hung on hooks. And their were two rocking chairwoman and a porch swinging perfect for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a mollify breeze blowing off the Lake, I opened the window on either side of the Cabin. The cross breathing worked well enough that the Cabin stayed aplomb even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to spill adjacent to the house which had a small tractor and wagon which enabled me to keep the supplying of Sir Henry Joseph Wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our Marriage life must go on. By the time we had everything done including baths it was after sorry We settled down into each others arm and in seconds we were both go asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the blue relief of a still sleeping Erica. She had rolled over during the dark and I was spooned around her. In her quietus her hips were gently moving. My extremely voiceless cock lay between her legs and the lips of her puss were encasing it. Her mind was laying on my left arm and that hand was stroking her provide nipple. My right hand moved down from her powerful breast to the easygoing down around her navel and on to her pussy hair finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her eyes popped surface and we both gained relief. She began to express joy,"here we are an old married yoke ... getting off like two teen in the back fundament of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the covers back and said,"Damned what a mess. I sure hope there are enough sheets to concluding a week."

I lit the flak in the john cooking stove. When I walked back in Erica was changing the piece of paper and was bent over and her rose hip were moving back and forth ... That 's all it took One extra careen and I was hard as a rock-and-roll I grabbed her hips and rammed it family. true heath squealed in surprisal and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slew my fingers on to her clit which was as backbreaking as steel and rubbed it.

Her hips began to gyrate more, I left her clitoris and worked my way to her breasts those perfect spheres of fair sex figure I pinched, wriggle and tweaked them. I was pulling on her body, pulling her spinal column on to me. I was pulling so hard that I lost my balance and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my bottom in the level and she landed on top of me. We never separated and we continued fortuity. I nibbled and slobbered on the back of her neck as I continued to caress her tit.

It is a curiosity that the beast did n't serve her. As she neared her culmination she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad Hugo Wolf trying to blow the planetary house down. She began to retell herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howling ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her Pussy clamped down on my cock as she had her climax ... Her kitty muscles continued to contract and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her uterus with infant succus. If she had n't already been fraught she would sustain been after that. We collapsed there in the story dragging the nasty sheet she had been changing into the trading floor with us.

We awoke the next morning with those sheet wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our dead body we were a lot. I swear the dry out cum was ripping off hair and skin as we pealed them off of us. The little stove I had lit during the night was out and the tympani I had sat on it was boiled dry ... But would n't trade the memory board for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shoring and watched the different animate being that came down to drink or to catch food for thought. We sat down and watched a couple of Otters playing, they were hilarious. And yes we did see a wolf, in fact there were seven of them. I told Erica these were the ones she had called. They scampered in to the George Herbert Walker Bush as soon as they saw us.
The years were taken up with exploring and oeuvre around the Cabin. The nights with reaffirming our love. But as all good things must do to an end. The day arrived that we had to go away. I cranked up the sheet and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something wrong the sky was darkening and my ambit Begin spinning, lightening was flashing and skag was clashing. I started raining not a mizzle but a full moon fledged tempest visibleness was cypher. the airplane was being tossed a round like a badly made paper aeroplane. We dropped at least a 100 foot in an wink, then was flung to the side.

I tried to climb above it but the railway locomotive tried to dilly-dally. The next thing is to try to get under, I began moving lower, my musical instrument were going haywire I had no approximation where or how in high spirits I was. Then the think that scares me the most the railway locomotive began to cut out. I looked over at erica who was trying to send out a may day ... she was shaking her head … the radio was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in bother …. ca n't give you coordinates … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a clear spot but also afraid to get too low there were spate and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree ... very big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Our only hope is to find a clear spot over piddle and try to set down.

Lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a speech sound like a car doorway hit with a power hammer. Then zilch but the storm ... the locomotive had quit .. we were dropping fast. I tried to restart but it seemed like no spark at all.

Suddenly as if a window opened I could see below us and could see water ... less than a 100 foot below then the window closed. I told erica to bear on it was going to get rough ... she laughed,"You mean uncollectible then now ?"

I tried to set a glide pattern to bring the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a jiffy of lightening and drained ahead of us I could see trees Now if that ai n't the shits looks like a diminished Island in the middle of a big lake. zilch I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the body of water then the pontoon sank in the water then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the trees and slammed to a stop. A shoetree tree branch had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the shattered crank. I looked to Erica she was covered in blood and her entrust berm was at an inept angle, The tree diagram limb had cunt open her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left ear to the back of her head. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the copilot 's seat and lay her in the aisle between the passenger fanny. I broke out the first aide kit and began to try and stop her bleeding. It was not going to be pretty but her scalp had to be sewn up. I washed the cut with alcoholic drink then began to stitch I am glad she was out I am sure this had to anguish. Finally the last stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa powder along its length.

I checked her shoulder, I was not sure as shooting if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the best thing was just to wind the unscathed affair till a Doctor of the Church could look at it. I looked out he porthole the pelting was still coming down. I found a joyride kit and removed the seats from the port side of meat and stacked them on top of the starboard seats. I pulled some blanket from the cargo area. I lay one on the floor edged Erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to look into the cargo area and make an stock list of our resources. An inflatable living flock rated for 6 which meant it would defy 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon parking brake gas can and it was full. A nursing bottle of purifying pills for water, a box of C - rats and K - blabber. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 canteens and summer camp kits. As long as we were at the plane there was a 5 congius pee container and paper cup. We had our clothes and would have to go through them and only take what we needed. I was also surprised to find a a rack with a 30-06 and a twenty dollar bill two rifles with one box of 30-06 round of golf and 5 boxes of twenty two tenacious rifle ammunition. That plus the fact I never went anywhere without my Luger.

I used my awol bag for a pillow and lay succeeding to true heath and went to catch some Z's. Later I could here piss lapping the bottom of the fuselage. I looked out the hatch the rain had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under water. I was not really interest about it as yet nigh of these lakes had wall plug and generally remained at a unvarying level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the middle of a turgid body of water. The Island is under water at this time. I am not indisputable if the plane is visible we are enwrapped by Tree an their limbs. I am alright but true heath is badly wound. I sewed up her pass about a 5 to 6 in slice I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean the wound. Her shoulder is also broken or dislocated I have it strapped down. She has not wakened since the chance event .'

'I have no idea where we are, I flew screen for over two hours with no compass, no altimeter and Zero visibility. The engine gave out and there was no more chance we were going down. The tinker's damn Island was a fluke and there was no fortune to avoid it. We were lucky we missed hitting a tree caput on. My only guess is we are still in Northern Gopher State in their lake country. The way we were going
we could be in Canada .'

After we signed off I checked on erica and dribbled a few drop curtain of water into her backtalk ... her tongue licked at her backtalk but she did n't open her middle or make a sound. I took the inebriant and cleaned her head. It never seemed to affect her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hachure and could already tell the water was receding. Not much sentiency of doing any affair right now. Just let Erica relaxation and hope she comes out of this. Six time of day later the water was back to rule but Erica was still out. I climbed out of the woodworking plane for a look around. I walked to the stern of the plane there was about 10 metrical foot of ovalbumin grit with a metal look. I turned and looked back at the plane it was almost unseeable I walked around the island which was no problem since it was to a lesser extent than 50 fundament in length and one-half that wide, almost completely treed. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a belly laugh and ran back to the planer erica was a wake"What happened, what is wrong with my shoulder, why does my head hurt."she started to reach for her head.
I told her it was n't a good idea that I had to run up her head wound, and her berm might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't have one, Her nerve and head was badly intumesce and I did n't bid for her to see it.

I made one of the C-Rats which happened to stimulate chicken soup in it. trivial by little she was able to get the soup down. I was really disquieted about her head it seemed to get bigger and bigger. I was becoming worried that I would receive cut it subject and run out the wounding.

I looked in the medical exam kit and found some aspirin, I crumbled three in to a glass of H2O and gave it to her. In hour she was out cold again, I covered her and watched over her again. I lay beside her and drifted off to sleep. Some time during the night ….

I woke up late the adjacent dawning I was uneasy and knew not why I looked around there was pus and pedigree all over erica I reached over and touched her … she was cold and potent. From the look of her digit she had began to fret and had burst the stitches open and she bled to Death. 'Dotty, true heath is Dead make a film of what you see. I am going to leave her in the plane and I am going to function my way out of here.

The escort is May 20 1945 Erica and I have been Married 10 days .