The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to run the nuptials day of the month forward by two days to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in European Economic Community. But decided to impart it alone, besides to much effort had gone into the preparations for the 10th.

The wedding went off with out a stop and Erica 's niggling belly bulge was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 calendar month significant at the time. Let them depend ... later ... Erica laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a little pontoon plane loaned to us by the USAAF. My Dad had spoken to some of the bigwigs at the oil caller and we were able to use one of their secret Lodges. In a state with a lot of rude lakes with no advanced agreeableness we nestled down for a workweek.

When we departed we had no theme where we were going. We climbed into the planing machine there was a map taped to the controller dialog box 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 pier in the conformation of a'T'where we tied up at the right end of the bobtail. The leftfield end was taken up by a gravy boat house. We unloaded and walked down the bob and up a slight slope to the rustic Cabin. I opened the recessed and hold in compartment in one of the porch posts. This contained the padlock key for the front door.

I opened the room access and turned to true heath placed my arm around her backbone and the other arm under her legs and swept her off her feet and carried her across the brink. Before I set her on her base I placed a tender kiss upon her brim 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 way with a loft with child enough to hold two full sized beds a vanity and end tables accessed by a voluted staircase. The depleted section, the remaining face was a living room with a sofa and two sluttish chairman with stands for the oil Lanterns. The right side was the dining way and kitchen. There was a large casting iron Wood burning stove with a shelf above which held the hatful and cooking pan. Other shelves on that wall held stunner and can goods and former solid food stuff.
There was a orotund deep sink with a bridge player pump Dad had told me about the heart there was a diverter valve when in the lake direction urine from the lake could be pumped in for cleaning. In the paired position the ticker delivered snappy clear sportsmanlike water from a natural spring which was stored in a cistern at the top of a pocket-size hill. Neath the loft was was the lower bed room which mirrored the loft, The layer were end to end with about 5'between the foot of each bed.

The spiral staircase was behind the living room and behind the staircase was the door to the john and to the back porch. The lav had running piss from another water tank from the lake water. My instructions was that I should pump the cistern wide-cut everyday. There was also a small forest cooking stove to wake water for baths.

The waste water and fecal barren was sent to a sump system all by gravity feed. A lot of money had been spent on this Eden in the outdoors. The front porch had wolf and cervid hide tacked on to the wall and there were gob hung on hooks. And their were two rocking chairs and a porch jive perfect for evening liberalization and contemplation.
There was a blue breeze blowing off the Lake, I opened the Windows on either incline of the Cabin. The cross ventilation worked well enough that the Cabin stayed cool even when the kitchen range was lit. There was a lean-to shed next to the planetary house which had a small tractor and waggon which enabled me to go on the supply of Ellen Price Wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our Marriage life sentence must go on. By the clip we had everything done including tub it was after dark We settled down into each others weaponry and in instant we were both sound asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the gentle ministrations of a still sleeping Erica. She had rolled over during the dark and I was spooned around her. In her sleep her coxa were gently moving. My extremely hard peter lay between her legs and the lips of her pussycat were encasing it. Her head was laying on my leftover arm and that helping hand was stroking her left nipple. My right helping hand moved down from her right white meat to the easygoing down around her omphalos and on to her pussy hair finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her heart popped assailable and we both gained relief. She began to express mirth,"here we are an old married mates ... getting off like two stripling in the back derriere of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the covers back and said,"Damned what a mess. I sure hope there are plenty sheet of paper to last a week."

I lit the flaming in the bathroom stove. When I walked back in Erica was changing the sheets and was bent over and her articulatio coxae were moving back and forth ... That 's all it took One extra careen and I was hard as a rock I grabbed her hips and rammed it domicile. erica squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my finger on to her button which was as hard as steel and rubbed it.

Her hips began to reel more, I left her button and worked my way to her breasts those thoroughgoing sector of women flesh I pinched, perverted and tweaked them. I was pulling on her soundbox, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so hard that I lost my balance and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my butt in the base and she landed on top of me. We never separated and we continued stroke. I nibbled and slobbered on the rear of her neck as I continued to caress her breasts.

It is a wonder that the masher did n't suffice her. As she neared her climax she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf trying to bollix the house down. She began to reiterate herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her Pussy clamped down on my prick as she had her coming ... Her pussy brawn continued to contract bridge and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her uterus with baby juice. If she had n't already been pregnant she would give birth been after that. We collapsed there in the floor dragging the awful tabloid she had been changing into the story with us.

We awoke the next morning time with those sheets wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our bodies we were a mess. I swear the dried cum was ripping off hairsbreadth and skin as we pealed them off of us. The slight kitchen stove I had lit during the Nox was out and the timpani I had sat on it was boiled dry ... But would n't merchandise the memories for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shore and watched the different creature that came down to booze or to view intellectual nourishment. We sat down and watched a twain of Otters playing, they were hilarious. And yes we did see a Hugo Wolf, in fact there were seven of them. I told Erica these were the one she had called. They scampered in to the bush as soon as they saw us.
The days were taken up with exploring and body of work around the Cabin. The nights with reaffirming our lovemaking. But as all honorable affair must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to bequeath. I cranked up the plane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something wrong the sky was darkening and my compass begin spinning, lightening was flashing and thunder was clashing. I started raining not a drizzle but a full moon fledged storm visibility was zero. the plane was being tossed a round like a badly made paper plane. We dropped at least a 100 feet in an wink, then was flung to the side.

I tried to wax above it but the locomotive engine tried to stall. The next thing is to try to get under, I began moving take down, my legal document were going haywire I had no idea where or how high 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 head … the radiocommunication was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in fuss …. ca n't return you coordinates … In a bad tempest I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a realize bit but also afraid to get too low there were wad and trees ... very big trees. Our lone hope is to find a unclouded post over water and try to set down.

Lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a audio like a car door hit with a hammer. Then zilch but the tempest ... the engine had quit .. we were dropping fast. I tried to restart but it seemed like no spark at all.

Suddenly as if a windowpane opened I could see below us and could see weewee ... less than a 100 invertebrate foot below then the window closed. I told Erica to confine on it was going to get grating ... she laughed,"You mean unfit then now ?"

I tried to set a slide pattern to bring the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a instant of lightening and dead ahead of us I could see trees Now if that ai n't the dirt looks like a small Island in the centre of a big lake. Nothing I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the water then the pontoon sank in the water then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the trees and slammed to a closure. A tree limb had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the shattered glass. I looked to Erica she was covered in blood and her left berm was at an awkward angle, The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree branch had slit open her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left ear to the back of her head. She was unconscious mind,

I pulled her from the co-pilot 's stern and lay her in the gangway between the passenger tail. 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 inebriant then began to run up I am gladiolus she was out I am sure this had to hurt. Finally the live on stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulpha gunpowder along its length.

I checked her articulatio humeri, I was not certain if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the practiced thing was just to enwrap the whole thing till a doc could attend at it. I looked out he porthole the rainwater was still coming down. I found a tool kit and removed the seats from the porthole side and stacked them on top of the starboard butt. I pulled some blankets from the cargo domain. I lay one on the floor edged Erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to check the payload arena and make an inventory of our resource. An inflatable aliveness raft rated for 6 which meant it would retain 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon emergency gas can and it was full. A bottle of purifying pills for water, a box of C - rats and K - git. For the two of us we had enough for almost a calendar month plus 3 canteens and inner circle outfit. As long as we were at the sheet there was a 5 gal water container and newspaper cupful. We had our clothes and would stimulate to go through them and only aim what we needed. I was also surprised to recover a a single-foot with a 30-06 and a twenty two rifles with one box of 30-06 rounds and 5 boxes of XX two long rifle ammo. That plus the fact I never went anywhere without my Luger.

I used my truant bag for a pillow and lay next to true heath and went to sleep. Later I could here water supply lapping the bottom of the fuselage. I looked out the hachure the pelting had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under water. I was not really disquieted about it as yet most of these lakes had vent and generally remained at a perpetual level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the midriff of a large physical structure of water. The Island is under pee at this metre. I am not sure if the plane is visible we are enwrapped by trees an their branch. I am alright but Erica is badly injured. I sewed up her head about a 5 to 6 in gash I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean the lesion. Her articulatio humeri 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 subterfuge for over two hours with no compass, no altimeter and null visibility. The engine gave out and there was no Sir Thomas More chance we were going down. The damn Island was a fluke and there was no chance to obviate it. We were lucky we missed hitting a Tree heading on. My only hypothesis is we are still in Northern Minnesota 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 drops of piss into her sassing ... her knife licked at her brim but she did n't spread out her oculus or give a sound. 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 narrate the water was receding. Not much sentience of doing any thing right now. Just let Erica eternal rest and hope she comes out of this. Six hours later the water system was back to normal but Erica was still out. I climbed out of the plane for a look around. I walked to the keister of the plane there was about 10 feet of white moxie with a metallic feeling. I turned and looked back at the sheet it was almost unseeable I walked around the island which was no problem since it was to a lesser extent than 50 ft in distance and half that wide, almost completely at bay. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a wow and ran back to the woodworking plane erica was a wake"What happened, what is wrong with my shoulder joint, why does my promontory hurt."she started to reach for her head.
I told her it was n't a commodity idea that I had to stitch her head wound, and her shoulder might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't suffer one, Her face and head was badly swell up and I did n't care for her to see it.

I made one of the C-Rats which happened to suffer chicken soup in it. Little by slight she was able-bodied to get the soup down. I was really occupy about her head it seemed to get swelled and bigger. I was becoming worried that I would have cut it open and debilitate the wound.

I looked in the health check kit and found some St. Joseph, I crumbled three in to a glassful of water and gave it to her. In minutes she was out cold again, I covered her and watched over her again. I lay beside her and drifted off to kip. Some time during the nighttime ….

I woke up late the side by side morning time I was uneasy and knew not why I looked around there was pus and stemma all over Erica I reached over and touched her … she was cold and unfaltering. From the looks of her finger she had began to scratch and had burst the stitches loose and she bled to death. 'Dotty, erica is drained score a moving picture of what you see. I am going to go forth 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 .