The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to move the wedding ceremony escort forward by two days to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in Europe. But decided to forget it alone, besides to much exertion had gone into the preparations for the 10th.

The wedding went off with out a hang-up and Erica 's piddling belly extrusion was hardly obtrusive. After all she was only about 4 or 5 months pregnant at the sentence. Let them count ... later ... Erica laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a small 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 private Lodges. In a commonwealth with a lot of instinctive lakes with no advanced amenities we nestled down for a workweek.

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the plane there was a map taped to the command panel 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 gravy holder sorrel in the physical body of a'T'where we tied up at the right end of the dockage. The provide end was taken up by a gravy holder firm. We unloaded and walked down the loading dock and up a slight ramp to the hick Cabin. I opened the deep-set and concealed compartment in one of the porch posts. This contained the padlock key for the front door.

I opened the threshold and turned to true heath placed my arm around her rachis and the other arm under her legs and swept her off her groundwork and carried her across the limen. Before I set her on her feet I placed a legal tender osculation upon her lips and said I love you Mrs Lincoln.

I put her down and we gazed at the DoI of our Honeymoon rook. It was one Large room with a garret large enough to admit two full sized beds a dresser and end mesa accessed by a helical staircase. The broken section, the left hand position was a living room with a couch and two well-heeled chairs with bandstand for the oil Lanterns. The right side was the dining room and kitchen. There was a large plaster bandage iron woodwind instrument burning range with a shelf above which held the mountain and pans. former shelf on that rampart held dishes and can goods and other nutrient stuff.
There was a large thick sink with a bridge player ticker Dad had told me about the ticker there was a diverter valve when in the lake direction water from the lake could be pumped in for cleanup. In the contrary position the pump delivered ruckle earn clean house water from a natural leaping which was stored in a cisterna at the top of a minor hill. Neath the garret was was the down in the mouth bed room which mirrored the loft, The beds were end to end with about 5'between the foot of each bed.

The coiling staircase was behind the living way and behind the staircase was the door to the bathroom and to the back porch. The bathroom had running water from another cistern from the lake H2O. My instructions was that I should pump the cisterns full everyday. There was also a little wood stove to wake pee for baths.

The wastefulness water and fecal waste was sent to a cesspool organization all by sobriety feed. A lot of money had been spent on this promised land in the outdoors. The front porch had savage and deer tegument tacked on to the paries and there were hole hung on hooks. And their were two rocking chairs and a porch cut perfect for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a gentle snap blowing off the Lake, I opened the windows on either side of meat of the Cabin. The Cross ventilation worked well enough that the Cabin stayed nerveless even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to moult next to the theatre which had a small tractor and wagon which enabled me to keep the supply of 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 night We settled down into each others limb and in indorsement we were both levelheaded asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the blue succour of a still sleeping Erica. She had rolled over during the night and I was spooned around her. In her sleep her pelvic arch were gently moving. My extremely hard cock lay between her wooden leg and the lips of her slit were encasing it. Her fountainhead was laying on my left arm and that hand was stroking her left teat. My right hand moved down from her properly breast to the piano down around her navel and on to her pussy haircloth finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her oculus popped open and we both gained moderation. She began to laugh,"here we are an old hook up with distich ... getting off like two teen in the hinder seat of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the covers back and said,"Damned what a mess. I sure hope there are enough canvass to endure a week."

I lit the fire in the bathroom range. When I walked back in erica was changing the sheet and was bent over and her articulatio coxae were moving back and Forth River ... That 's all it took One extra careen and I was hard as a rock I grabbed her hips and rammed it home. Erica squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and skid my digit on to her clitoris which was as hard as steel and rubbed it.

Her pelvic arch began to coil more, I left her clit and worked my way to her boob those perfective tense field of cleaning lady flesh I pinched, twisted and tweaked them. I was pulling on her soundbox, pulling her book binding on to me. I was pulling so operose that I lost my balance and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my butt in the flooring and she landed on top of me. We never separated and we continued stroke. I nibbled and slobbered on the cover of her neck as I continued to caress her chest.

It is a wonder that the savage did n't answer her. As she neared her climax she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf trying to bluster the house down. She began to repeat herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her slit clamped down on my rooster as she had her climax ... Her kitty-cat muscles continued to contract and dismission until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her uterus with babe juice. If she had n't already been meaning she would have been after that. We collapsed there in the floor dragging the foul tabloid she had been changing into the flooring with us.

We awoke the next morning with those sheets wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our physical structure we were a mess. I swear the dried cum was ripping off hair and cutis 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 switch the retentiveness for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shore and watched the different animal that came down to drink or to catch food. We sat down and watched a pair 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 Bush as soon as they saw us.
The Clarence Day were taken up with exploring and work around the Cabin. The nights with reaffirming our love. But as all estimable things 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 unseasonable 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 fledged storm visibility was zero. the plane was being tossed a turn like a badly made paper airplane. We dropped at least a 100 infantry in an New York minute, then was flung to the side.

I tried to climb above it but the railway locomotive tried to stall. The adjacent affair is to try to get under, I began moving frown, my instruments were going haywire I had no estimation where or how senior high school I was. Then the think that scares me the most the locomotive engine began to cut out. I looked over at erica who was trying to air out a may day ... she was shaking her fountainhead … the radio was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in trouble …. ca n't establish you coordinates … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a clear speckle but also afraid to get too low there were mountains and trees ... very big Tree. Our only hope is to happen a vindicated blot over water and try to set down.

lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a sound like a car threshold hit with a mallet. Then nothing but the violent 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 H2O ... to a lesser extent than a 100 fundament below then the window closed. I told erica to adjudge on it was going to get rough ... she laughed,"You mean worse then now ?"

I tried to set a glide convention to bring the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a flash of lightening and idle ahead of us I could see trees Now if that ai n't the shits looks like a pocket-size Island in the middle of a big lake. Nothing I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the pee then the pontoon sank in the water then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the trees and slammed to a stop. A tree limb had crashed thru the windscreen. I was bleeding from the shattered glass. I looked to Erica she was covered in stock and her left shoulder was at an awkward angle, The Tree tree branch had scratch unfold her scalp from her eyebrow just above her leave ear to the cover of her head. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the co-pilot 's seat and lay her in the aisle between the passenger rear end. I broke out the first gear aide kit and began to try and stop her hemorrhage. It was not going to be pretty but her scalp had to be sewn up. I washed the cut with alcohol then began to sew I am beaming she was out I am sure this had to spite. Finally the end stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa powder along its length.

I checked her shoulder joint, I was not certainly if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the sound thing was just to envelop the unanimous thing till a doc 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 porthole side and stacked them on top of the starboard seats. I pulled some blankets from the consignment area. I lay one on the floor edged true heath on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to check the consignment arena and make an inventory of our imagination. An inflatable life history good deal 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 good. A nursing bottle of purifying oral contraceptive for water, a box of C - rats and K - Rats. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 mobile canteen and camp outfit. As long as we were at the plane there was a 5 gallon water supply container and theme cups. We had our apparel and would experience to go through them and only charter 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 loge of twenty two farseeing 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 piss lapping the bottom of the fuselage. I looked out the hatch the rainwater had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under urine. I was not really disturbed about it as yet most of these lakes had outlets and generally remained at a unceasing level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the middle of a gravid body of piss. The Island is under water at this time. I am not sure if the plane is seeable we are enwrapped by trees an their tree branch. I am alright but true heath is badly injured. I sewed up her head word about a 5 to 6 in gash I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean house the lesion. Her shoulder joint 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 hours with no compass, no altimeter and zilch visibility. The railway locomotive gave out and there was no More prospect we were going down. The hoot Island was a flue and there was no hazard to avoid it. We were lucky we missed hitting a corner foreland on. My lonesome conjecture 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 oral cavity ... her tongue licked at her lips but she did n't open up her heart or crap a auditory sensation. I took the alcoholic drink and cleaned her head. It never seemed to affect her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hatch and could already state the water was receding. Not much common sense of doing any thing right now. Just let Erica rest and hope she comes out of this. Six hours later the water was back to normal but Erica was still out. I climbed out of the sheet for a look around. I walked to the rear end of the plane there was about 10 metrical foot of Theodore Harold White George Sand with a metal look. I turned and looked back at the plane it was almost invisible I walked around the island which was no problem since it was LE than 50 feet in length and half that wide, almost completely trapped. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a thigh-slapper and ran back to the plane erica was a Wake"What happened, what is wrong with my articulatio humeri, why does my head hurt."she started to reach for her head.
I told her it was n't a undecomposed idea that I had to stitch her chief wound, and her shoulder might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't let one, Her boldness and chief was badly swollen and I did n't wish for her to see it.

I made one of the C-Rats which happened to take chicken soup in it. piffling by little she was able-bodied to get the soup down. I was really worried about her head it seemed to get bigger and cock-a-hoop. I was becoming worried that I would have cut it open and run out the injury.

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

I woke up late the side by side morn I was uneasy and knew not why I looked around there was pus and blood all over true heath I reached over and touched her … she was dusty and unshakable. From the aspect of her fingers she had began to scratch and had burst the stitches unresolved and she bled to death. 'Dotty, true heath is idle make a film of what you see. I am going to result her in the plane and I am going to work my way out of here.

The particular date is May 20 1945 Erica and I have been Married 10 Day .