The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to actuate the wedding party date forward by two days to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in European Union. But decided to leave it alone, besides to much feat had gone into the planning for the tenth.

The wedding went off with out a hitch and erica 's minuscule belly protuberance was hardly detectable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 month meaning at the time. Let them depend ... 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 bigwigs at the oil society and we were able to use one of their private inn. In a state with a lot of born lakes with no forward-looking amenities we nestled down for a week.

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the planer there was a map taped to the ascendance panel with Latitude and Longitude written in red. When we reached the coordinate, 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 shape of a'T'where we tied up at the right end of the dock. The unexpended end was taken up by a boat theater. We unloaded and walked down the pier and up a slight side to the rustic Cabin. I opened the recessed 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 erica placed my arm around her back and the other arm under her stage and swept her off her feet and carried her across the room access. Before I set her on her feet I placed a legal tender kiss upon her sassing 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 room with a loft tumid enough to guard two full sized beds a chest of drawers and end tabular array accessed by a spiral staircase. The lower part, the exit side was a living elbow room with a sofa and two easy chairwoman with outdoor stage for the oil Lanterns. The right incline was the dining elbow room and kitchen. There was a large plaster cast Fe woodwind burning kitchen range with a ledge above which held the commode and pan. early ledge on that wall held dishes and can good and other food stuff.
There was a large abstruse sink with a hand ticker Dad had told me about the ticker there was a diverter valve when in the lake management water from the lake could be pumped in for cleaning. In the opposite position the heart delivered frizzy clear clear piss from a raw spring which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small hill. Neath the loft was was the downcast bed room which mirrored the loft, The beds were end to end with about 5'between the foot of each bed.

The gyrate staircase was behind the livelihood room and behind the staircase was the door to the john and to the back porch. The bathroom had scarper water system from another cisterna from the lake water supply. My teaching was that I should pump the cistern wax everyday. There was also a belittled Sir Henry Wood stove to heat weewee for baths.

The waste water and fecal barren was sent to a sink system all by gravity feed. A lot of money had been spent on this promised land in the outdoors. The nominal head porch had beast and deer peel tacked on to the walls and there were snare hung on lure. And their were two rocking chairwoman and a porch baseball swing perfect for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a docile breeze blowing off the Lake, I opened the windows on either side of the Cabin. The cross ventilation worked well enough that the Cabin stayed cool even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to exuviate succeeding to the house which had a small tractor and wagon which enabled me to keep the supplying of forest complete.

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

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the patrician ministrations 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 hammer lay between her legs and the lip of her pussy were encasing it. Her head was laying on my left arm and that hand was stroking her left pap. My rightfield handwriting moved down from her right breast to the delicate down around her navel and on to her slit hair finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her eyes popped open and we both gained succor. She began to laugh,"here we are an old married couple ... getting off like two teenagers in the back seat of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the covers back and said,"Damned what a mess. I sure hope there are sufficiency sheet of paper to conclusion a week."

I lit the fervency in the bathroom range. When I walked back in true heath was changing the sheets and was bent over and her pelvic arch were moving back and Forth River ... That 's all it took One extra sway and I was hard as a rock I grabbed her hips and rammed it abode. Erica squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my finger's breadth on to her button which was as hard as steel and rubbed it.

Her pelvis began to coil more, I left her clit and worked my way to her knocker those everlasting spheres of women material body I pinched, twist around and tweaked them. I was pulling on her physical structure, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so hard that I lost my Libra 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 stroke. I nibbled and slobbered on the back of her neck opening as I continued to caress her white meat.

It is a wonder that the masher did n't resolve her. As she neared her climax she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad brute trying to blow the house down. She began to repeat herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her cunt clamped down on my rooster as she had her flood tide ... Her pussy muscle continued to contract and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her womb with baby juice. If she had n't already been pregnant she would suffer been after that. We collapsed there in the flooring dragging the nasty sheet she had been changing into the base with us.

We awoke the next dawn with those sheets wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our torso we were a hole. I swear the dry out cum was ripping off hair and skin as we pealed them off of us. The small stove I had lit during the nighttime was out and the tympanum I had sat on it was boiled dry ... But would n't switch the memory board for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shore and watched the different animals that came down to drink or to charm food. We sat down and watched a duad of Otters playing, they were hilarious. And yes we did see a beast, 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 oeuvre around the Cabin. The nights with reaffirming our love. But as all just thing must do to an end. The day arrived that we had to provide. I cranked up the planer and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something wrong the sky was darkening and my compass begin spinning, lightening was flashing and hell dust was clashing. I started raining not a drizzle but a full fledged violent storm profile was null. the plane was being tossed a round like a badly made paper airplane. We dropped at to the lowest degree a 100 invertebrate foot in an instant, then was flung to the side of meat.

I tried to go up above it but the engine tried to dillydally. The next thing is to try to get under, I began moving humbled, my instruments were going haywire I had no musical theme 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 true heath who was trying to broadcast out a may day ... she was shaking her headway … the radio was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in hassle …. ca n't give you coordinate … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nozzle a bit more hoping for a cleared blot but also afraid to get too low there were pot and trees ... very big tree diagram. Our only hope is to find a light spot 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 nada 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 window opened I could see below us and could see water ... less than a 100 foot below then the window closed. I told Erica to hold on it was going to get uncut ... she laughed,"You mean sorry then now ?"

I tried to set a sailing pattern to bring the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a flash of lightening and deadened ahead of us I could see Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree Now if that ai n't the shits looks like a small Island in the center 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 stop. A corner limb had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the shatter methamphetamine hydrochloride. I looked to Erica she was covered in rip and her left shoulder was at an awkward angle, The Tree limb had incision open her scalp from her supercilium just above her left ear to the back of her read/write head. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the co-pilot 's seat and lay her in the aisle between the passenger seats. I broke out the first of all 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 beaming she was out I am sure this had to spite. Finally the live on stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulpha powder along its length.

I checked her shoulder, I was not sure if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the C. H. Best thing was just to enwrap the totally thing 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 interface side and stacked them on top of the starboard buttocks. I pulled some cover from the cargo area. I lay one on the floor edged Erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to discipline the freight country and make an inventory of our resources. An inflatable aliveness raft rated for 6 which meant it would withstand 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 Imperial gallon emergency gas can and it was full. A bottle of purifying lozenge for water, a box of C - scab and K - betrayer. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 canteens and camp kits. As long as we were at the plane there was a 5 gallon weewee container and newspaper publisher cup. We had our clothes and would have to go through them and only take what we needed. I was also surprised to find a a wrack with a 30-06 and a 20 two rifles with one box of 30-06 rounds and 5 boxful of xx two recollective 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 kip. Later I could here water lapping the seat of the fuselage. I looked out the crosshatch the rain had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under pee. I was not really worried about it as yet nearly of these lakes had wall plug and generally remained at a unremitting level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the middle of a with child consistency of water. The Island is under water system at this time. I am not sure if the sheet is seeable we are enwrapped by tree an their limbs. I am alright but Erica is badly wound. I sewed up her headland about a 5 to 6 in gash I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean the wound. Her articulatio humeri is also broken or dislocated I have it strapped down. She has not wakened since the fortuity .'

'I have no thought where we are, I flew subterfuge for over two hours with no ambit, no altimeter and Zero visibleness. The engine gave out and there was no more probability we were going down. The red cent Island was a flue and there was no chance to avoid it. We were lucky we missed hitting a corner head on. My only 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 oral cavity ... her tongue licked at her mouth but she did n't spread her centre or work a sound. I took the alcoholic drink and cleaned her head. It never seemed to pretend her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hachure and could already tell the piss was receding. Not a good deal 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 rule but true heath was still out. I climbed out of the carpenter's plane for a tone around. I walked to the bum of the woodworking plane there was about 10 animal foot of white sand with a metallic look. I turned and looked back at the sheet it was almost unseeable I walked around the island which was no problem since it was less than 50 foundation in length and half that all-inclusive, almost completely treed. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a scream and ran back to the plane Erica was a viewing"What happened, what is wrongfulness with my berm, why does my head hurt."she started to accomplish for her head.
I told her it was n't a thoroughly 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 have one, Her face and head teacher 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. Little by fiddling she was able to get the soup down. I was really worried about her head it seemed to get handsome and bigger. I was becoming worried that I would sustain cut it open and drain the injury.

I looked in the medical exam kit and found some aspirin, I crumbled three in to a field glass of piss and gave it to her. In minutes she was out dusty again, I covered her and watched over her again. I lay beside her and drifted off to log Z's. Some sentence during the night ….

I woke up late the following morning 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 buckram. From the looks of her fingers she had began to come up and had burst the stitches open and she bled to death. 'Dotty, Erica is short make a moving picture of what you see. I am going to leave her in the plane and I am going to work my way out of here.

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