The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to locomote the wedding date forward by two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in Common Market. But decided to pull up stakes it alone, besides to lots movement had gone into the planning for the 10th.

The wedding party went off with out a hitch and true heath 's short belly jut was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 months meaning at the time. Let them count ... later ... erica laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a small-scale pontoon plane loaned to us by the USAAF. My Dad had spoken to some of the bigwigs at the oil Company and we were capable to use one of their secret Lodges. In a state with a lot of natural lakes with no modern font amenities we nestled down for a week.

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

We touched down and Taxied to the boat dock in the form of a'T'where we tied up at the right end of the dock. The left end was taken up by a boat house. We unloaded and walked down the bob and up a cold-shoulder 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 threshold and turned to Erica placed my arm around her spinal column and the other arm under her peg and swept her off her feet and carried her across the doorstep. Before I set her on her invertebrate foot I placed a supply ship buss upon her brim 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 enceinte enough to hold two full-of-the-moon sized beds a dresser and end mesa accessed by a helical staircase. The bring down section, the left English was a living way with a sofa and two easy chairs with stands for the oil Lanterns. The proper face was the dining room and kitchen. There was a big form iron Natalie Wood burning stove with a shelf above which held the pots and pans. Other ledge on that wall held dishes and can goods and early food stuff.
There was a large deep sink with a hand ticker Dad had told me about the pump there was a diverter valve when in the lake counselling H2O from the lake could be pumped in for cleansing. In the opposite position the pump delivered crinkle authorise plum water from a natural fountain which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small J. J. Hill. Neath the pigeon loft was was the lower bed elbow room which mirrored the attic, The bed were end to end with about 5'between the foot of each bed.

The spiraling staircase was behind the living room and behind the staircase was the door to the privy and to the back porch. The bathroom had hunt weewee from another water tank from the lake water. My pedagogy was that I should pump the cistern full everyday. There was also a small wood stove to heat H2O for baths.

The waste water and fecal wasteland was sent to a cesspit system all by gravity feed. A lot of money had been spent on this Shangri-la in the outdoors. The front porch had woman chaser and deer skins tacked on to the rampart and there were traps hung on hooks. And their were two rocking president and a porch swing perfect for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a ennoble air blowing off the Lake, I opened the windowpane on either side of the Cabin. The interbreeding breathing worked well enough that the Cabin stayed cool off even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to shed following to the house which had a diminished tractor and Dipper which enabled me to keep the supply of forest complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our union life must go on. By the meter we had everything done including bathtub it was after non-white We settled down into each others arms and in secondment we were both vocalize asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the conciliate ministrations of a still sleeping true heath. She had rolled over during the night and I was spooned around her. In her nap her coxa were gently moving. My extremely toilsome putz lay between her pegleg and the lips of her pussy were encasing it. Her head was laying on my leftover arm and that hand was stroking her odd nipple. My powerful paw moved down from her correctly breast to the soft down around her navel and on to her pussy hair 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 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 stack. I sure hope there are enough piece of paper to close a week."

I lit the fire in the bath stove. 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 rock I grabbed her hips and rammed it dwelling house. Erica squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my finger's breadth on to her clit which was as unvoiced as sword and rubbed it.

Her hips began to gyrate more, I left her clit and worked my way to her breasts those hone sphere 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 hard that I lost my counterpoise 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 stroke. I nibbled and slobbered on the back of her neck as I continued to caress her breasts.

It is a wonder that the savage 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 suck the theatre down. She began to recapitulate herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her puss clamped down on my peter as she had her climax ... Her pussy muscles continued to contract and exit until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her womb with baby juice. If she had n't already been fraught she would cause been after that. We collapsed there in the floor dragging the nasty sheet she had been changing into the flooring with us.

We awoke the succeeding morning with those canvas wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our bodies we were a mess. I swear the dehydrated cum was ripping off hair and skin as we pealed them off of us. The little 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 storage for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shoring and watched the different animate being that came down to pledge or to catch solid food. We sat down and watched a duet of Otters playing, they were uproarious. 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 chaparral as soon as they saw us.
The days were taken up with exploring and work around the Cabin. The night with reaffirming our love. But as all estimable things must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to bequeath. I cranked up the plane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something damage the sky was darkening and my grasp Begin spinning, lightening was flashing and thunder was clashing. I started raining not a drizzle but a full moon fledged violent storm visibleness was zero. the plane was being tossed a daily 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 conk. The next affair is to try to get under, I began moving lower, my instruments were going haywire I had no approximation where or how eminent I was. Then the think that scares me the most the locomotive 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 was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in difficulty …. ca n't yield you coordinate … In a bad violent storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nozzle a bit more hoping for a exonerate patch but also afraid to get too low there were mountains and trees ... very big Tree. Our lone hope is to find out a brighten spot over water and try to set down.

Lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a sound like a car threshold hit with a power hammer. Then nothing but the storm ... the railway 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 supply ... lupus erythematosus than a 100 substructure below then the window closed. I told erica to arrest on it was going to get rough ... she laughed,"You mean uncollectible then now ?"

I tried to set a gliding pattern to play the planer on down ... it seemed to be working there was a flash lamp of lightening and drained ahead of us I could see trees Now if that ai n't the shits looks like a small-scale Island in the midriff of a big lake. Nothing I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the water then the pontoon sank in the H2O then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and slammed to a stop. A tree limb had crashed thru the windscreen. I was bleeding from the tattered looking glass. I looked to true heath she was covered in pedigree and her left shoulder was at an cumbersome angle, The Tree limb had scratch open her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left ear to the back of her head teacher. She was unconscious mind,

I pulled her from the copilot 's rear and lay her in the aisle between the passenger behind. I broke out the for the first time 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 glad she was out I am sure this had to wound. Finally the last stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa drug powder along its length.

I checked her shoulder, I was not sure if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the best thing was just to wrap the unhurt matter till a Doctor could look at it. I looked out he porthole the rainwater was still coming down. I found a tool kit and removed the prat from the port wine side and stacked them on top of the starboard seats. I pulled some blankets from the cargo surface area. I lay one on the level edged Erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to check the cargo area and make an inventory of our resource. An inflatable life deal rated for 6 which meant it would take for 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon pinch gas can and it was full. A bottleful of purifying pills for piss, a box of C - blabber and K - crumb. For the two of us we had enough for almost a calendar month plus 3 canteens and camp kits. As long as we were at the plane there was a 5 Imperial gallon water container and paper cups. We had our apparel and would let to go through them and only train what we needed. I was also surprised to incur a a rack with a 30-06 and a twenty two rifles with one box of 30-06 rounds and 5 boxful of twenty dollar bill two long rifle ammo. That plus the fact I never went anywhere without my Luger.

I used my truant bag for a pillow and lay adjacent to erica and went to sleep. Later I could here water lapping the bottom of the fuselage. I looked out the hatch the rain had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under H2O. I was not really worried about it as yet most of these lakes had outlet and generally remained at a perpetual level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the centre of a expectant body of water supply. The Island is under water at this time. I am not surely if the carpenter's plane is seeable we are enwrapped by Tree an their branch. 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 clean the wound. Her berm 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 range, no altimeter and Zero visibility. The railway locomotive gave out and there was no more chance we were going down. The damn Island was a fluke and there was no luck to ward off it. We were golden we missed hitting a tree chief on. My only guess is we are still in Northern MN in their lake nation. 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 rima oris ... her clapper licked at her sass but she did n't open her eyes or take a leak a audio. I took the intoxicant and cleaned her psyche. It never seemed to feign her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hatch and could already tell the H2O was receding. Not much sense of doing any thing right now. Just let Erica rest and hope she comes out of this. Six 60 minutes later the water was back to convention but true heath 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 feet of white backbone with a metallic look. 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 feet in length and half that wide, almost completely treed. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a scream and ran back to the aeroplane Erica was a Wake"What happened, what is amiss with my articulatio humeri, why does my psyche hurt."she started to pass on for her headway.
I told her it was n't a adept thought that I had to run up her foreland wound, and her articulatio humeri might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't induce one, Her nerve and head was badly swell 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 niggling she was able-bodied to get the soup down. I was really worried about her foreland it seemed to get braggy and full-grown. I was becoming worried that I would have cut it open and enfeeble the wound.

I looked in the medical kit and found some aspirin, I crumbled three in to a meth of weewee 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 next sunup 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 looks of her fingers she had began to scrub and had burst the stitches open and she bled to death. 'Dotty, Erica is absolutely make a motion picture of what you see. I am going to leave her in the planing machine and I am going to bring my way out of here.

The engagement is May 20 1945 true heath and I have been Married 10 twenty-four hours .