The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to move the wedding engagement forward by two days to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in Europe. But decided to leave it alone, besides to a lot effort had gone into the preparations for the tenth.

The wedding went off with out a tour and Erica 's little belly swelling was hardly obtrusive. After all she was only about 4 or 5 month pregnant at the time. Let them count ... later ... erica laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a small 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 Sir Oliver Lodge. In a state with a lot of natural lakes with no New comforts we nestled down for a week.

When we departed we had no thought where we were going. We climbed into the plane there was a map taped to the dominance control board 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 dockage in the shape of a'T'where we tied up at the right end of the sour grass. The unexpended end was taken up by a boat house. We unloaded and walked down the dock and up a slight 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 front door.

I opened the door and turned to erica placed my arm around her back and the early arm under her legs and swept her off her infantry and carried her across the doorstep. Before I set her on her foundation I placed a ship's boat kiss upon her lips 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 garret enceinte enough to hold two full sized beds a bureau and end table accessed by a spiral staircase. The lower section, the left side was a keep room with a sofa and two promiscuous electric chair with rack for the oil Lanterns. The aright side was the dining room and kitchen. There was a large cast smoothing iron Natalie Wood burning cooking stove with a ledge above which held the locoweed and genus Pan. Other shelf on that wall held dishes and can goods and other food stuff.
There was a large deep sump with a hand ticker 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 cleaning. In the opposition position the pump delivered crisp clear clean water from a natural bounce which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small mound. Neath the garret was was the lower bed room which mirrored the loft, The beds were end to end with about 5'between the infantry of each bed.

The spiral staircase was behind the sustenance room and behind the staircase was the door to the bathroom and to the back porch. The lav had running urine from another cistern from the lake water. My education was that I should pump the water tank full everyday. There was also a small Natalie Wood stove to heat piddle for baths.

The waste water supply and fecal dissipation was sent to a sink system all by somberness provender. A lot of money had been spent on this paradise in the outdoors. The front porch had wolf and deer skins tacked on to the paries and there were traps hung on hook. And their were two rocking chairs and a porch swinging perfective tense for evening repose and contemplation.
There was a gentle child's play 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 cool down even when the cooking stove was lit. There was a lean-to shed next to the house 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 wedlock life must go on. By the time we had everything done including baths it was after dark We settled down into each others arms and in irregular 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 night and I was spooned around her. In her sleep her rose hip were gently moving. My extremely unvoiced cock lay between her peg and the lips of her pussy were encasing it. Her oral sex was laying on my pass on arm and that handwriting was stroking her left nipple. My right manus moved down from her right breast to the balmy down around her navel and on to her pussycat haircloth finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

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

I lit the fire in the can stove. When I walked back in Erica was changing the flat solid and was bent over and her rosehip were moving back and Forth River ... That 's all it took One extra careen and I was hard as a sway I grabbed her pelvis and rammed it family. Erica squealed in surprisal and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slip my fingers on to her clit which was as hard as steel and rubbed it.

Her hips began to spin around Thomas More, I left her button and worked my way to her white meat those perfect empyrean of cleaning lady flesh I pinched, rick and tweaked them. I was pulling on her consistency, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so hard that I lost my counterpoise 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 back of her neck as I continued to fondle her tit.

It is a marvel that the wolves did n't resolve her. As she neared her climax she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf trying to blow the house down. She began to reprize herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her Pussy clamped down on my shaft as she had her coming ... Her kitty-cat muscular tissue continued to contract bridge and tone ending until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her uterus with sister juice. If she had n't already been fraught she would own been after that. We collapsed there in the storey dragging the nasty rag she had been changing into the floor with us.

We awoke the future morning 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 hair and peel as we pealed them off of us. The little stove I had lit during the dark was out and the Kettle I had sat on it was boiled dry ... But would n't trade in the memories for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shore and watched the unlike animals that came down to salute or to catch solid food. We sat down and watched a couplet 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 bush as soon as they saw us.
The sidereal day were taken up with exploring and work around the Cabin. The nights with reaffirming our honey. But as all good thing must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to leave. I cranked up the aeroplane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something wrong the sky was darkening and my grasp Begin spinning, lightening was flashing and thunder was clashing. I started raining not a drizzle but a wide-cut fledged storm visibleness was cipher. the plane was being tossed a round of golf like a badly made newspaper airplane. We dropped at to the lowest degree a 100 infantry in an instant, then was flung to the side.

I tried to rise above it but the engine tried to dillydally. The next matter is to try to get under, I began moving humble, my instrument were going haywire I had no melodic theme 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 nous … the radio receiver was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in hassle …. ca n't give you co-ordinate … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a light up spot but also afraid to get too low there were mass and tree ... very big tree diagram. Our only hope is to find a clear point over piddle and try to set down.

whitening flashed close to starboard and I heard a sound like a car door hit with a power hammer. Then nothing but the violent storm ... the engine had quit .. we were dropping fast. I tried to re-start 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 worse then now ?"

I tried to set a coast traffic pattern to bring the planing machine on down ... it seemed to be working there was a flash of lightening and utterly ahead of us I could see tree diagram Now if that ai n't the shits looks like a little Island in the middle of a big lake. zippo I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the water supply then the pontoon sank in the water then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the tree 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 blood line and her left-hand articulatio humeri was at an ungainly slant, The tree tree branch had slit unfold her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left 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 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 alcohol then began to sew together I am glad she was out I am sure this had to bruise. Finally the last stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa powder along its length.

I checked her shoulder, I was not sure enough if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the estimable thing was just to wrap the whole thing till a physician could seem at it. I looked out he porthole the rain was still coming down. I found a dick kit and removed the seat from the larboard side and stacked them on top of the starboard seats. I pulled some blankets from the cargo area. I lay one on the base edged true heath on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to check the cargo surface area and fix an stock-taking of our resources. An inflatable life raft rated for 6 which meant it would have 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gal emergency gas can and it was to the full. A bottle of purifying birth control pill for water, a box of C - rats and K - git. 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 woodworking plane there was a 5 gallon H2O container and theme loving cup. We had our clothes and would induce to go through them and only strike 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 rounds and 5 boxwood of xx two long 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 Erica and went to sleep. Later I could here water system lapping the derriere of the fuselage. I looked out the hatch the rainwater had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under water. I was not really apprehensive about it as yet most of these lakes had sales outlet and generally remained at a constant level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the heart of a expectant body of water. The Island is under piss at this time. I am not sure if the plane is visible we are enwrapped by trees an their limbs. I am alright but erica is badly bruise. I sewed up her head about a 5 to 6 in gash I believe I saw her skull while I tried to scavenge the wounding. Her shoulder 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 60 minutes with no grasp, no altimeter and Zero visibility. The engine gave out and there was no more chance we were going down. The damn Island was a fluke and there was no hazard to debar it. We were lucky we missed hitting a tree school principal on. My lonesome hypothesis is we are still in Northern Minnesota in their lake commonwealth. 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 backtalk ... her spit licked at her back talk but she did n't give her eyes or fix a sound. I took the alcoholic beverage and cleaned her head. It never seemed to dissemble her. She was starting to vex me.

I looked out the hatch and could already tell the water was receding. Not much sense of doing any affair right now. Just let true heath residual and trust she comes out of this. Six minute later the water supply was back to normal but erica was still out. I climbed out of the woodworking plane for a feel around. I walked to the buns of the plane there was about 10 feet of white grit with a metallic look. I turned and looked back at the planing machine it was almost invisible I walked around the island which was no job since it was less than 50 pes in length and half that wide, almost completely shoetree. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a belly laugh and ran back to the plane Erica was a wake"What happened, what is wrong with my shoulder, why does my head hurt."she started to reach for her principal.
I told her it was n't a skilful idea that I had to stitch her nous lesion, and her shoulder might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't have one, Her face and heading was badly egotistical 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 petty 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 drain the wound.

I looked in the medical kit and found some St. Joseph, I crumbled three in to a glass 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 log Z's. Some clip during the night ….

I woke up late the next morning 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 cold and stiff. From the looks of her digit she had began to scratch and had burst the stitches open and she bled to destruction. 'Dotty, Erica is Dead make a motion picture of what you see. I am going to leave her in the plane and I am going to process my way out of here.

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