The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to move the wedding date forward by two mean solar day to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in Europe. But decided to leave it alone, besides to much endeavour had gone into the preparations for the 10th.

The wedding went off with out a hang-up and Erica 's trivial belly gibbousness was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 months pregnant at the meter. Let them count ... later ... true heath laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a minuscule floatplane loaned to us by the USAAF. My Dad had spoken to some of the kingpin at the oil caller and we were able to use one of their private Lodges. In a country with a lot of natural lakes with no modern amenity we nestled down for a week.

When we departed we had no approximation where we were going. We climbed into the plane there was a map taped to the control panel with 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.

We touched down and Taxied to the boat dock in the material body of a'T'where we tied up at the right end of the dock. The left-hand end was taken up by a gravy boat star sign. 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 forepart door.

I opened the door and turned to erica placed my arm around her dorsum and the other arm under her branch and swept her off her feet and carried her across the threshold. Before I set her on her understructure I placed a tender buss upon her lip 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 loft large enough to hold two replete sized beds a dresser and end tables accessed by a spiral staircase. The lowly section, the left side was a living room with a couch and two tardily chair with stall for the oil Lanterns. The correctly incline was the dining way and kitchen. There was a tumid plaster bandage iron wood burning kitchen stove with a shelf above which held the grass and goat god. early shelves on that wall held dishes and can commodity and former intellectual nourishment stuff.
There was a large inscrutable swallow hole with a bridge player pump Dad had told me about the pump there was a diverter valve when in the lake direction water from the lake could be pumped in for cleanup. In the inverse lieu the pump delivered crisp assoil make clean water from a natural outflow which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small J. J. Hill. Neath the loft was was the low-pitched bed room which mirrored the garret, The bed were end to end with about 5'between the pes of each bed.

The spiral stairway was behind the living room and behind the staircase was the door to the bathroom and to the back porch. The privy had lam water from another water tank from the lake water supply. My educational activity was that I should pump the cistern total everyday. There was also a minor wood stove to heat water for baths.

The waste matter water and fecal waste matter was sent to a cesspool scheme all by gravity provender. A lot of money had been spent on this Eden in the open. The front line porch had wolf and deer tegument tacked on to the bulwark and there were snare hung on hooks. And their were two rocking chairs and a porch swing perfect for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a gentle breeze blowing off the Lake, I opened the windowpane on either incline of the Cabin. The crossbreed respiration worked well enough that the Cabin stayed sang-froid even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to throw next to the house which had a small tractor and Charles's Wain which enabled me to hold back the supply of wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our Marriage animation must go on. By the time we had everything done including bathing tub it was after coloured We settled down into each others arms and in seconds we were both sound asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the gentle ministrations of a still sleeping true heath. She had rolled over during the dark and I was spooned around her. In her sleep her pelvis were gently moving. My extremely hard cock lay between her legs and the backtalk of her pussy were encasing it. Her head was laying on my left arm and that hand was stroking her left teat. My in good order deal moved down from her compensate breast to the soft down around her omphalos and on to her pussy pilus finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her eyes popped opened and we both gained rilievo. She began to laugh,"here we are an old married dyad ... getting off like two teen in the hind seat of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the blanket back and said,"Damned what a mess. I sure hope there are enough canvas to last a week."

I lit the fervour in the bathroom kitchen stove. When I walked back in true heath was changing the sheet and was bent over and her articulatio coxae were moving back and forth ... That 's all it took One excess sway and I was hard as a sway I grabbed her hips and rammed it home. true heath squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my digit on to her clit which was as hard as steel and rubbed it.

Her hips began to gyrate more, I left her clit and worked my way to her breasts those perfective domain of women flesh I pinched, twisted and tweaked them. I was pulling on her body, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so heavily that I lost my correspondence and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my butt in the floor and she landed on top of me. We never separated and we continued throw. I nibbled and slobbered on the book binding of her neck as I continued to fondle her breasts.

It is a admiration that the wildcat did n't answer her. As she neared her culmination she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad woman chaser trying to blow the theatre down. She began to reiterate herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her Pussy clamped down on my turncock as she had her sexual climax ... Her pussy sinew continued to declaration and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her womb with infant juice. If she had n't already been pregnant she would experience been after that. We collapsed there in the trading floor dragging the smutty sail she had been changing into the level with us.

We awoke the next morning with those tabloid wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our consistency we were a mess. I swear the dried cum was ripping off hair and skin as we pealed them off of us. The little kitchen range 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 computer memory for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shoring and watched the unlike brute that came down to drink or to catch food for thought. We sat down and watched a pair of Otters playing, they were hilarious. And yes we did see a wildcat, in fact there were seven of them. I told Erica these were the single she had called. They scampered in to the bush as soon as they saw us.
The mean solar day were taken up with exploring and work around the Cabin. The night with reaffirming our love. But as all unspoiled thing must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to leave alone. I cranked up the airplane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something wrong the sky was darkening and my scope Begin spinning, lightening was flashing and thunder was clashing. I started raining not a mizzle but a full fledged tempest visibleness was zippo. the sheet was being tossed a round like a badly made paper airplane. We dropped at least a 100 feet in an jiffy, then was flung to the side.

I tried to climb above it but the locomotive tried to stall. The next thing is to try to get under, I began moving gloomy, my musical instrument were going haywire I had no idea where or how high I was. Then the think that scares me the most the locomotive began to cut out. I looked over at Erica who was trying to send out a may day ... she was shaking her psyche … the radio was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in trouble …. ca n't contribute you coordinate … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a enlighten position but also afraid to get too low there were mountains and trees ... very big trees. Our merely hope is to find a elucidate spot over piddle and try to set down.

lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a auditory sensation like a car door hit with a hammering. Then nothing 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 animal foot below then the window closed. I told Erica to hold on it was going to get rasping ... she laughed,"You mean worse then now ?"

I tried to set a glide pattern to land the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a flash of lightening and all in ahead of us I could see tree diagram Now if that ai n't the bull looks like a minuscule Island in the centre of a big lake. Nothing I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the pee then the pontoon sank in the piss then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the tree diagram and slammed to a full point. A tree tree branch had crashed thru the windscreen. I was bleeding from the shattered glass. I looked to Erica she was covered in ancestry and her left shoulder was at an inapt slant, The tree tree branch had slit open air her scalp from her eyebrow just above her lead ear to the back of her head. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the copilot 's seat and lay her in the gangway between the passenger seats. I broke out the foremost 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 alcohol then began to stitch I am happy she was out I am sure this had to hurt. Finally the last stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa gunpowder along its length.

I checked her shoulder, I was not sure if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the skilful thing was just to enclose the whole affair till a Doctor could look at it. I looked out he porthole the rainfall was still coming down. I found a tool kit and removed the fundament from the port side of meat and stacked them on top of the starboard seats. I pulled some blankets from the cargo area. I lay one on the story edged true heath on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to ensure the cargo area and pee-pee an inventory of our resources. An inflatable life mickle rated for 6 which meant it would arrest 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon hand brake gas can and it was wax. A bottle of purifying pills for H2O, a box of C - rats and K - skunk. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 canteens and inner circle kits. As long as we were at the sheet there was a 5 congius water container and theme cups. We had our clothes and would own to go through them and only have what we needed. I was also surprised to find a a single-foot with a 30-06 and a 20 two rifles with one box of 30-06 rounds and 5 boxes of twenty dollar bill two long rifle ammunition. That plus the fact I never went anywhere without my Luger.

I used my awol bag for a pillow and lay adjacent to true heath and went to log Z's. Later I could here water lapping the bottom of the fuselage. I looked out the hatching the rainfall had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under water. I was not really worried about it as yet most of these lakes had exit and generally remained at a constant level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the middle of a large body of body of water. The Island is under pee at this metre. I am not sure enough if the plane is seeable we are enwrapped by trees an their limbs. 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 make clean the wound. Her shoulder is also broken or dislocated I have it strapped down. She has not wakened since the accident .'

'I have no estimation where we are, I flew blind for over two hours with no orbit, no altimeter and Zero profile. The engine gave out and there was no more than probability we were going down. The red cent Island was a fluke and there was no chance to stave off it. We were lucky we missed hitting a tree caput on. My exclusively guess 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 water system into her mouth ... her tongue licked at her rim but she did n't open her eyes or make a sound. I took the alcohol and cleaned her fountainhead. It never seemed to affect her. She was starting to interest me.

I looked out the hatch and could already distinguish the water was receding. Not very much horse sense of doing any affair right now. Just let erica sleep and hope she comes out of this. Six 60 minutes later the water was back to formula but Erica was still out. I climbed out of the carpenter's plane for a spirit around. I walked to the rear of the plane there was about 10 substructure of white sand with a metal look. I turned and looked back at the plane it was almost inconspicuous 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 shoetree. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a riot and ran back to the planer true heath was a viewing"What happened, what is wrong with my articulatio humeri, why does my forefront hurt."she started to reach for her forefront.
I told her it was n't a good idea that I had to sew together her headspring wounding, and her shoulder might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't possess one, Her face and fountainhead was badly swollen 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. slight by little she was able-bodied to get the soup down. I was really worried about her headspring it seemed to get big and self-aggrandising. I was becoming worried that I would have cut it open and drain the wound.

I looked in the medical kit and found some acetylsalicylic acid, I crumbled three in to a glass of water and gave it to her. In bit she was out dusty again, I covered her and watched over her again. I lay beside her and drifted off to kip. Some meter during the night ….

I woke up late the next cockcrow I was uneasy and knew not why I looked around there was pus and blood all over erica I reached over and touched her … she was cold and stiff. From the flavour of her finger she had began to scratch and had burst the stitches open and she bled to death. 'Dotty, Erica is short make a plastic film of what you see. I am going to go forth her in the plane and I am going to work out my way out of here.

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