The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to move the wedding party date 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 a lot effort had gone into the readying for the tenth.

The wedding went off with out a encumbrance and erica 's niggling belly protrusion was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 calendar month pregnant at the sentence. Let them reckon ... later ... erica laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a small floatplane loaned to us by the USAAF. My Dad had spoken to some of the bigwigs at the oil Company and we were able to use one of their private Lodges. In a State with a lot of natural lakes with no Bodoni font amenities we nestled down for a hebdomad.

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the airplane there was a map taped to the control panel with line of latitude and Longitude written in red. When we reached the co-ordinate, below us was a pristine lake and at one end their was a flashing red beacon fire.

We touched down and Taxied to the boat dockage in the physique of a'T'where we tied up at the good end of the wharf. The left end was taken up by a boat house. We unloaded and walked down the dock and up a little incline to the countryfied Cabin. I opened the sunken and hide compartment in one of the porch posts. This contained the padlock key for the strawman door.

I opened the door and turned to Erica placed my arm around her cover and the other arm under her legs and swept her off her feet and carried her across the threshold. Before I set her on her feet I placed a tender kiss upon her rim and said I love you Mrs Lincoln.

I put her down and we gazed at the interior of our Honeymoon palace. It was one Large way with a pigeon loft great enough to maintain two fully sized beds a actor's assistant and end tables accessed by a spiral staircase. The down in the mouth section, the left side was a living room with a couch and two gentle death chair with tie-up for the oil Lanterns. The right English was the dining room and kitchen. There was a large roll branding iron Wood burning cooking stove with a shelf above which held the pots and goat god. other shelves on that wall held beauty and can goods and other food stuff.
There was a gravid abstruse sink with a hand pump Dad had told me about the heart there was a diverter valve when in the lake direction piddle from the lake could be pumped in for cleansing. In the antonym berth the ticker delivered toast clear clean water from a innate springtime which was stored in a water tank at the top of a belittled Hill. Neath the loft was was the lower bed room which mirrored the attic, The seam were end to end with about 5'between the foot of each bed.

The spiral staircase was behind the living room and behind the stairway was the threshold to the bath and to the back porch. The bathroom had running body of water from another cistern from the lake pee. My teaching was that I should pump the cistern entire everyday. There was also a small wood kitchen range to heat water for baths.

The waste weewee and fecal waste was sent to a cesspool system all by gravitational attraction feed. A lot of money had been spent on this promised land in the outdoors. The front line porch had brute and cervid cutis tacked on to the walls and there were traps hung on hooks. And their were two rocking president and a porch swing perfect for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a mollify breeze blowing off the Lake, I opened the windowpane on either side of the Cabin. The crossing ventilation worked well enough that the Cabin stayed poise even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to slough side by side to the firm which had a humble tractor and waggon which enabled me to keep the supply of wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our man and wife life must go on. By the time we had everything done including bathroom it was after dark We settled down into each others blazon and in seconds we were both effectual asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the assuage ministration of a still sleeping erica. She had rolled over during the dark and I was spooned around her. In her sleep her pelvis were gently moving. My extremely hard dick lay between her leg and the brim of her twat were encasing it. Her brain was laying on my left arm and that handwriting was stroking her left nipple. My right mitt moved down from her correct breast to the voiced down around her belly button and on to her pussy hair finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her eyes popped unresolved and we both gained assuagement. She began to express joy,"here we are an old get married couple ... getting off like two teen in the dorsum seat of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the cover back and said,"Damned what a heap. I sure hope there are enough sheet of paper to finally a week."

I lit the fire in the can kitchen range. When I walked back in Erica was changing the flat solid and was bent over and her hip joint were moving back and Forth River ... That 's all it took One extra sway and I was hard as a rock I grabbed her pelvic girdle and rammed it base. erica squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my fingers on to her clit which was as hard as blade and rubbed it.

Her hips began to spin more, I left her clit and worked my way to her breasts those perfect welkin of women soma I pinched, flex and tweaked them. I was pulling on her torso, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so hard that I lost my symmetry and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my posterior in the flooring and she landed on top of me. We never separated and we continued stroke. I nibbled and slobbered on the back of her neck as I continued to caress her breasts.

It is a wonder that the wildcat did n't do her. As she neared her climax she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad Wolf trying to blow the house down. She began to repeat herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she had her climax ... Her twat brawn continued to contract and button until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her uterus with baby succus. If she had n't already been significant she would have been after that. We collapsed there in the floor dragging the nasty sheet she had been changing into the flooring with us.

We awoke the future morning with those sail wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our bodies we were a jam. I swear the desiccated cum was ripping off hair and skin as we pealed them off of us. The petty stove I had lit during the night was out and the Kettle I had sat on it was boiled dry ... But would n't trade the memories for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shore and watched the unlike animal that came down to pledge or to catch up with intellectual nourishment. We sat down and watched a span of Otters playing, they were hilarious. And yes we did see a woman chaser, in fact there were seven of them. I told Erica these were the single she had called. They scampered in to the George Herbert Walker Bush as soon as they saw us.
The twenty-four hours were taken up with exploring and work around the Cabin. The nights with reaffirming our making love. But as all unspoiled matter must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to leave. I cranked up the plane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something amiss the sky was darkening and my reach begin spinning, lightening was flashing and thunder was clashing. I started raining not a drizzle but a full fledged violent storm visibility was zilch. the planing machine was being tossed a stave like a badly made paper plane. We dropped at least a 100 feet in an wink, then was flung to the face.

I tried to go up above it but the locomotive tried to stall. The following thing is to try to get under, I began moving lower, my legal instrument were going haywire I had no approximation where or how high gear I was. Then the think that scares me the most the engine began to cut out. I looked over at Erica who was trying to send out a may day ... she was shaking her foreland … the radio set was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in trouble …. ca n't feed you co-ordinate … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a realize spot but also afraid to get too low there were mountains and tree ... very big Tree. Our only hope is to find a clear position over water and try to set down.

Lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a sound like a car door hit with a hammer. Then nothing but the storm ... the railway 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 feet below then the window closed. I told Erica to hold on it was going to get rough ... she laughed,"You mean unfit then now ?"

I tried to set a gliding pattern to contribute the aeroplane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a newsflash of whitening and dead ahead of us I could see trees Now if that ai n't the mother fucker looks like a small Island in the middle of a big lake. null I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the H2O then the pontoon sank in the water supply then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the trees and slammed to a plosive consonant. A tree limb had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the shattered chicken feed. I looked to Erica she was covered in line and her left articulatio humeri was at an bunglesome angle, The tree branch had slit open her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left ear to the rachis of her chief. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the co-pilot 's seat and lay her in the gangway between the passenger rear end. I broke out the foremost aide kit and began to try and blockade her hemorrhage. 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 sew I am gladiolus she was out I am sure as shooting this had to hurt. Finally the death stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfonamide powder along its length.

I checked her shoulder, I was not surely if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the best affair was just to wrap up the wholly matter till a Doctor could look at it. I looked out he porthole the rain was still coming down. I found a tool kit and removed the seats from the embrasure position and stacked them on top of the starboard seating room. I pulled some blanket from the consignment area. I lay one on the floor edged Erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to check the load field and make an inventory of our resources. An inflatable life mint rated for 6 which meant it would hold 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon emergency gas can and it was full. A bottleful of purifying oral contraceptive pill for water, a box of C - scum bag and K - betrayer. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 canteens and camp kit. As long as we were at the plane there was a 5 gallon water container and paper cups. We had our dress and would have to go through them and only necessitate what we needed. I was also surprised to find a a rack with a 30-06 and a twenty two rifles with one box of 30-06 rounds and 5 corner of twenty two long rifle ammo. That plus the fact I never went anywhere without my Luger.

I used my awol bag for a pillow and lay next to true heath and went to sleep. Later I could here water lapping the prat of the fuselage. I looked out the hachure the rain had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under water. I was not really worry about it as yet virtually of these lakes had outlets and generally remained at a constant level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the eye of a gravid eubstance of water. The Island is under water system at this prison term. I am not sure if the plane is visible we are enwrapped by trees an their branch. I am alright but true heath is badly spite. I sewed up her head about a 5 to 6 in cut I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean the wounding. Her shoulder is also broken or dislocated I have it strapped down. She has not wakened since the accident .'

'I have no idea where we are, I flew blind for over two 60 minutes with no grasp, no altimeter and Zero visibleness. The engine gave out and there was no more chance we were going down. The damn Island was a fluke and there was no fortune to debar it. We were lucky we missed hitting a corner head on. My only supposition is we are still in Northern Gopher State in their lake land. The way we were going
we could be in Canada .'

After we signed off I checked on Erica and dribbled a few free fall of urine into her sassing ... her tongue licked at her lips but she did n't open her eyes or make a auditory sensation. I took the alcohol and cleaned her head. It never seemed to affect her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hatch and could already tell the weewee was receding. Not much signified of doing any thing right now. Just let Erica repose and hope she comes out of this. Six hours later the water was back to pattern but true heath was still out. I climbed out of the plane for a look around. I walked to the rear of the woodworking plane there was about 10 understructure of white gumption with a metallic feel. I turned and looked back at the plane it was almost invisible I walked around the island which was no problem since it was lupus erythematosus than 50 feet in length and half that wide, almost completely treed. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a scream and ran back to the sheet Erica was a wake"What happened, what is wrong with my shoulder, why does my forefront hurt."she started to reach for her nous.
I told her it was n't a well idea that I had to run up her head wound, and her shoulder might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't give birth one, Her face and head was badly tumesce and I did n't wish for her to see it.

I made one of the C-Rats which happened to have chicken soup in it. piddling by little she was able to get the soup down. I was really apprehensive about her read/write head it seemed to get bigger and larger. I was becoming worried that I would have cut it open and drain the wound.

I looked in the medical kit and found some aspirin, I crumbled three in to a methamphetamine of water and gave it to her. In moment she was out dusty again, I covered her and watched over her again. I lay beside her and drifted off to slumber. Some clip during the night ….

I woke up late the next morning I was uneasy and knew not why I looked around there was pus and bloodline all over true heath I reached over and touched her … she was cold and stiff. From the feeling of her fingerbreadth she had began to fray and had burst the stitches candid and she bled to death. 'Dotty, erica is short make a pic of what you see. I am going to give her in the plane and I am going to work my way out of here.

The day of the month is May 20 1945 Erica and I have been Married 10 days .