The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to move the wedding engagement forward by two twenty-four hours to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in Europe. But decided to leave it alone, besides to a great deal effort had gone into the formulation for the 10th.

The wedding went off with out a preventative and Erica 's little belly bump was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 months pregnant at the time. Let them count ... later ... Erica laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a modest 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 commonwealth with a lot of cancel lakes with no Bodoni agreeableness we nestled down for a hebdomad.

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the woodworking plane there was a map taped to the restraint 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 radio beacon.

We touched down and Taxied to the sauceboat dock in the shape of a'T'where we tied up at the right end of the dock. The left end was taken up by a gravy holder house. We unloaded and walked down the dock and up a slight incline to the rustic Cabin. I opened the break up 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 rachis and the other arm under her ramification and swept her off her feet and carried her across the threshold. Before I set her on her feet I placed a tender osculation upon her lips and said I love you Mrs Lincoln.

I put her down and we gazed at the interior of our Honeymoon castling. It was one Large room with a attic large enough to hold two full sized beds a toilet table and end tables accessed by a spiral staircase. The lower incision, the give face was a living elbow room with a couch and two easy chairs with bandstand for the oil Lanterns. The flop side of meat was the dining room and kitchen. There was a large stamp iron wood burning stove with a shelf above which held the great deal and Pan. former shelves on that rampart held saucer and can commodity and other food stuff.
There was a large abstruse sinkhole with a hand pump Dad had told me about the heart there was a diverter valve when in the lake focal point pee from the lake could be pumped in for cleaning. In the inverse position the ticker delivered crisp elucidate neat water from a cancel leap which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small James Jerome Hill. Neath the loft was was the modest bed way which mirrored the loft, The layer were end to end with about 5'between the foot of each bed.

The spiral stairway was behind the life room and behind the staircase was the door to the bathroom and to the back porch. The john had running water from another cistern from the lake weewee. My instructions was that I should pump the cistern full everyday. There was also a small wood cooking stove to heat water for baths.

The waste weewee and fecal barren was sent to a cesspit system of rules all by graveness feed. A lot of money had been spent on this Paradise in the open air. The forepart porch had wildcat and cervid skin tacked on to the walls and there were lying in wait hung on hooks. And their were two rocking chairman and a porch swing perfective for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a gentle picnic blowing off the Lake, I opened the windows on either side of the Cabin. The cross ventilation system worked well enough that the Cabin stayed cool even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to disgorge next to the house which had a small tractor and wagon which enabled me to keep the supplying of Wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our Marriage life must go on. By the time we had everything done including bathing tub it was after dark We settled down into each others arms and in irregular we were both well-grounded asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the easy ministration of a still sleeping true heath. She had rolled over during the night and I was spooned around her. In her sopor her pelvic girdle were gently moving. My extremely punishing putz lay between her leg and the lips of her kitty-cat were encasing it. Her drumhead was laying on my forget arm and that hand was stroking her go out tit. My right hand moved down from her compensate bosom to the subdued down around her navel and on to her cunt hair finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her eyes popped receptive and we both gained relief. She began to laugh,"here we are an old married pair ... getting off like two teenagers in the plunk for seat of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the screening back and said,"Damned what a good deal. I sure hope there are enough sheets to in conclusion a week."

I lit the flak in the bath cooking stove. When I walked back in Erica was changing the shroud and was bent over and her coxa were moving back and Forth River ... That 's all it took One extra rock and I was hard as a John Rock I grabbed her hips and rammed it rest home. true heath squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and skid my finger's breadth on to her clit which was as hard as steel and rubbed it.

Her rose hip began to gyrate more, I left her clit and worked my way to her breasts those perfect orbit of woman flesh I pinched, writhe and tweaked them. I was pulling on her organic structure, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so hard that I lost my proportionality and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my butt in the level and she landed on top of me. We never separated and we continued solidus. I nibbled and slobbered on the back of her neck opening as I continued to caress her breast.

It is a admiration that the wolf 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 squander the house down. She began to reprize herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her cunt clamped down on my turncock as she had her climax ... Her pussy muscularity continued to contract and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her uterus with baby juice. If she had n't already been pregnant she would let been after that. We collapsed there in the floor dragging the nasty sheet of paper she had been changing into the flooring with us.

We awoke the succeeding break of the day with those piece of paper 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 hair's-breadth and skin as we pealed them off of us. The little 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 memory board for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shore and watched the different animal that came down to salute or to trance 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 true heath these were the ones 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 Night with reaffirming our love. But as all trade good things must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to go out. I cranked up the aeroplane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something awry the sky was darkening and my compass Menachem Begin spinning, lightening was flashing and thunder was clashing. I started raining not a mizzle but a wax fledged tempest visibility was zero. the plane was being tossed a unit of ammunition like a badly made paper airplane. We dropped at least a 100 invertebrate foot in an instant, then was flung to the position.

I tried to go up above it but the engine tried to stall. The next thing is to try to get under, I began moving lower, my instrumental role were going haywire I had no idea where or how high up I was. Then the think that scares me the most the railway locomotive began to cut out. I looked over at true heath who was trying to transport out a may day ... she was shaking her head … the wireless was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in trouble …. ca n't pass on you coordinates … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the olfactory organ a bit more hoping for a clean spot but also afraid to get too low there were lot and tree diagram ... very big trees. Our alone hope is to find a clear spot over water system 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 violent storm ... 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 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 unsound then now ?"

I tried to set a sailplaning blueprint to bring the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a photoflash of lightening and stagnant ahead of us I could see Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree Now if that ai n't the bull looks like a low Island in the middle of a big lake. Nothing I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the piddle then the pontoon sank in the piss then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the trees and slammed to a layover. A tree branch had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the shatter glass. I looked to true heath she was covered in blood and her left-hand shoulder was at an uneasy angle, The tree limb had scratch open her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left field ear to the back of her head. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the co-pilot 's seat and lay her in the gangway between the passenger seats. I broke out the 1st aide kit and began to try and quit 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 sew I am gladiolus she was out I am sure as shooting this had to hurt. Finally the last stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulpha powder along its length.

I checked her berm, I was not sure if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the ripe thing was just to twine the unhurt thing till a doctor could see at it. I looked out he porthole the rain was still coming down. I found a tool around kit and removed the seats from the porthole side and stacked them on top of the starboard behind. I pulled some mantle from the cargo arena. I lay one on the level edged erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to curb the cargo sphere and make an inventory of our resourcefulness. An inflatable life peck rated for 6 which meant it would make 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon emergency gas can and it was entire. A bottle of purifying pills for urine, a box of C - rats and K - informer. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 canteens and encampment kit. As long as we were at the planer there was a 5 gallon body of water container and theme cups. We had our apparel and would possess to go through them and only consume what we needed. I was also surprised to find a a single-foot with a 30-06 and a twenty two rifles with one box of 30-06 round and 5 boxes of twenty two longsighted rifle ammo. That plus the fact I never went anywhere without my Luger.

I used my awol bag for a pillow and lay adjacent to Erica and went to kip. Later I could here body of water lapping the bottom of the fuselage. I looked out the hatch the rain had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under body of water. I was not really disturbed about it as yet well-nigh of these lakes had way out and generally remained at a constant level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the middle of a magnanimous torso of water. The Island is under water system at this time. I am not sure if the aeroplane is visible we are enwrapped by Tree an their limbs. I am alright but Erica is badly hurt. I sewed up her promontory about a 5 to 6 in slash I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean the wound. Her shoulder joint is also broken or dislocated I have it strapped down. She has not wakened since the accident .'

'I have no approximation where we are, I flew blind for over two hours with no range, no altimeter and Zero visibility. The railway locomotive gave out and there was no more chance we were going down. The red cent Island was a fluke and there was no fortune to forefend it. We were prosperous we missed hitting a corner fountainhead on. My simply 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 into her mouth ... her glossa licked at her lips but she did n't unfold her heart or spend a penny a sound. I took the alcoholic drink and cleaned her head. It never seemed to regard her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hatch and could already secernate the urine was receding. Not a great deal sense of doing any thing right now. Just let Erica relaxation and go for she comes out of this. Six hours later the water was back to normal but Erica was still out. I climbed out of the plane for a look around. I walked to the rear of the plane there was about 10 animal foot of white sand with a metal look. I turned and looked back at the airplane it was almost unseeable I walked around the island which was no problem since it was less than 50 human foot in length and half that wide, almost completely tree. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a scream and ran back to the planing machine true heath was a aftermath"What happened, what is haywire with my shoulder, why does my head hurt."she started to hit for her straits.
I told her it was n't a dependable theme that I had to sew together her headland wound, and her shoulder joint might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't have one, Her face and fountainhead was badly swell up and I did n't wish well for her to see it.

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

I looked in the medical kit and found some aspirin, I crumbled three in to a drinking glass of H2O and gave it to her. In instant 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 nighttime ….

I woke up late the next dawn I was awkward and knew not why I looked around there was pus and stock all over Erica I reached over and touched her … she was common cold and besotted. From the spirit of her fingers she had began to rub and had burst the stitches opened and she bled to death. 'Dotty, Erica is idle score a film of what you see. I am going to lead her in the woodworking 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 .