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 European Community. But decided to leave behind it alone, besides to much attempt had gone into the preparations for the 10th.

The marriage went off with out a tour of duty and true heath 's lilliputian belly bulge was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 month pregnant at the time. Let them consider ... later ... erica laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a lowly floatplane loaned to us by the USAAF. My Dad had spoken to some of the bigwigs at the oil party and we were able to use one of their private order. In a state of matter with a lot of natural lakes with no modern amenities we nestled down for a hebdomad.

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the planer there was a map taped to the control board with parallel 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 radio beacon.

We touched down and Taxied to the sauceboat dockage in the shape of a'T'where we tied up at the rightfulness end of the dock. The go out end was taken up by a boat house. We unloaded and walked down the bob and up a thin incline to the bumpkinly 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 doorway and turned to true heath placed my arm around her book binding and the former arm under her legs and swept her off her feet and carried her across the doorway. Before I set her on her invertebrate foot I placed a stamp candy kiss upon her sass 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 to the full sized beds a bureau and end tables accessed by a helix staircase. The frown section, the left side was a living room with a sofa and two well-situated chairs with stands for the oil Lanterns. The rightfield face was the dining room and kitchen. There was a large cast atomic number 26 woodwind instrument burning stove with a ledge above which held the pots and pans. other ledge on that wall held looker and can goods and other food stuff.
There was a turgid deep sink with a hired man 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 cleaning. In the diametric position the pump delivered crisp light pick piddle from a innate spring which was stored in a water tank at the top of a small-scale hill. Neath the loft was was the crushed bed elbow room which mirrored the garret, The beds were end to end with about 5'between the metrical foot of each bed.

The spiral staircase was behind the living room and behind the staircase was the doorway to the can and to the back porch. The lavatory had lam water from another cistern from the lake water. My instructions was that I should pump the water tank full everyday. There was also a small Mrs. Henry Wood stove to fire up water for baths.

The waste water and fecal wastefulness was sent to a cesspit system all by gravitational force feed. A lot of money had been spent on this Shangri-la in the outdoors. The figurehead porch had wolf and deer skins tacked on to the walls and there were traps hung on hooks. And their were two rocking chairs and a porch swing perfect for evening loosening and contemplation.
There was a gentle picnic blowing off the Lake, I opened the windows on either position 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 shake off adjacent to the house which had a pocket-sized tractor and Wagon which enabled me to stay fresh the supplying of wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our union life must go on. By the clip we had everything done including bathroom it was after dark 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 succor of a still sleeping Erica. She had rolled over during the dark and I was spooned around her. In her sleep her hips were gently moving. My extremely hard cock lay between her legs and the lips of her pussy were encasing it. Her head was laying on my go forth arm and that hand was stroking her left nipple. My rectify hand moved down from her right boob to the soft down around her navel point and on to her pussy hair finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her eyes popped open and we both gained ministration. She began to express joy,"here we are an old married couple ... getting off like two stripling in the rachis seat of a car."
I joined her laugh threw the covers back and said,"Damned what a good deal. I sure hope there are enough canvass to death a week."

I lit the ardour in the lavatory kitchen range. When I walked back in Erica was changing the sheets and was bent over and her hips were moving back and forth ... That 's all it took One extra sway and I was hard as a tilt I grabbed her pelvic arch and rammed it family. Erica squealed in surprisal and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my fingers on to her clit which was as hard as steel and rubbed it.

Her articulatio coxae began to gyrate more than, I left her clit and worked my way to her breasts those perfect spheres of women physical body I pinched, deform and tweaked them. I was pulling on her body, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so intemperately that I lost my balance 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 diagonal. I nibbled and slobbered on the binding of her neck opening as I continued to caress her tit.

It is a marvel that the masher 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 blow the theater down. She began to repeat herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her Pussy clamped down on my cock as she had her coming ... Her pussycat muscular tissue continued to declaration and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her womb with baby juice. If she had n't already been meaning she would have been after that. We collapsed there in the level dragging the nasty weather sheet she had been changing into the floor with us.

We awoke the next sunrise with those bed sheet wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our bodies we were a mess. I swear the dry out cum was ripping off hair and hide as we pealed them off of us. The lilliputian range I had lit during the night was out and the tympanum I had sat on it was boiled dry ... But would n't trade the memories for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shoring and watched the different animals that came down to booze or to catch food. We sat down and watched a duad 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 shrub as soon as they saw us.
The days were taken up with exploring and work around the Cabin. The nights with reaffirming our love. But as all right things must arrive to an end. The day arrived that we had to go out. I cranked up the carpenter's plane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something wrong the sky was darkening and my ambit begin spinning, lightening was flashing and scag was clashing. I started raining not a drizzle but a fully fledged storm visibility was zero. the plane was being tossed a round like a badly made theme plane. We dropped at least a 100 understructure in an moment, then was flung to the side.

I tried to climb above it but the locomotive engine tried to procrastinate. The next thing is to try to get under, I began moving frown, my pawn were going haywire I had no idea 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 capitulum … the wireless was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in trouble …. ca n't give you coordinates … In a bad violent storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a top spot but also afraid to get too low there were mountains and trees ... very big tree diagram. Our only promise is to find a take in spot over water and try to set down.

Lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a phone like a car door hit with a hammering. Then nothing but the tempest ... the railway locomotive had quit .. we were dropping fast. I tried to re-start but it seemed like no spark at all.

Suddenly as if a window opened I could see below us and could see water ... lupus erythematosus 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 bad then now ?"

I tried to set a glide pattern to land the planer on down ... it seemed to be working there was a flash of lightening and dead ahead of us I could see Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree Now if that ai n't the asshole looks like a small Island in the midsection of a big lake. null 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 consonant. A tree limb had crashed thru the windscreen. I was bleeding from the shattered field glass. I looked to Erica she was covered in pedigree and her left field berm was at an awkward Angle, The tree diagram limb had slice open her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left ear to the back of her school principal. She was unconscious mind,

I pulled her from the co-pilot 's seat and lay her in the aisle between the passenger seats. I broke out the first aide kit and began to try and give up her bleeding. It was not going to be pretty but her scalp had to be sewn up. I washed the cut with intoxicant then began to sew I am glad she was out I am sure this had to spite. Finally the lastly stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa pulverization along its length.

I checked her shoulder joint, I was not sure if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the effective thing was just to wrap the unit matter till a Doctor could front at it. I looked out he porthole the rain was still coming down. I found a tool around kit and removed the stern from the larboard face and stacked them on top of the starboard fundament. I pulled some mantle from the shipment area. I lay one on the base edged Erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to gibe the cargo area and make an inventory of our resources. An inflatable spirit mint rated for 6 which meant it would keep 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon parking brake gas can and it was full phase of the moon. A feeding bottle of purifying contraceptive pill for water, a box of C - crumb and K - betrayer. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 canteen and camp kits. As long as we were at the plane there was a 5 gallon water container and paper cups. We had our clothes and would have to go through them and only take what we needed. I was also surprised to come up a a rack with a 30-06 and a twenty two rifles with one box of 30-06 rounds and 5 box seat of twenty two foresightful 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 lapping the tooshie of the fuselage. I looked out the hachure the rain had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under piddle. I was not really upset about it as yet most of these lakes had electric receptacle and generally remained at a constant level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the eye of a large body of pee. The Island is under water supply at this prison term. I am not sure if the planer is visible we are enwrapped by Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree an their arm. I am alright but true heath is badly injured. I sewed up her straits about a 5 to 6 in cut I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean the injury. 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 blind for over two hours with no orbit, no altimeter and null visibility. The engine gave out and there was no More chance we were going down. The shucks Island was a fluke and there was no chance to invalidate it. We were prosperous we missed hitting a tree 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 sassing ... her tongue licked at her lips but she did n't open her eyes or produce a sound. I took the alcohol and cleaned her head. It never seemed to affect her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hatch and could already severalize the water supply was receding. Not a good deal sense of doing any thing right now. Just let erica rest and trust she comes out of this. Six hours later the water was back to normal but Erica was still out. I climbed out of the woodworking plane for a look around. I walked to the back end of the plane there was about 10 infantry of flannel sand with a metal face. I turned and looked back at the plane it was almost invisible I walked around the island which was no problem since it was less than 50 human foot in duration and half that all-embracing, almost completely treed. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a riot and ran back to the plane erica was a wake"What happened, what is wrong with my shoulder, why does my fountainhead hurt."she started to reach for her head.
I told her it was n't a well 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 was badly swollen and I did n't like for her to see it.

I made one of the C-Rats which happened to have chicken soup in it. short by little she was able to get the soup down. I was really disquieted about her fountainhead it seemed to get bigger and self-aggrandising. I was becoming worried that I would accept cut it open and drain the wounding.

I looked in the medical checkup kit and found some acetylsalicylic acid, I crumbled three in to a glass of water system 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 sleep. Some time during the night ….

I woke up late the future morning I was restless 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 tone of her fingers she had began to engrave and had burst the stitches open and she bled to dying. 'Dotty, true heath is Dead make a cinema 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 twenty-four hours .