The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to prompt the marriage ceremony date forward by two days to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in EC. But decided to allow for it alone, besides to lots sweat had gone into the preparations for the 10th.

The wedding went off with out a interference and true heath 's little belly protuberance was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 months pregnant at the fourth dimension. 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 ship's company and we were able to use one of their buck private hostelry. In a Department of State with a lot of natural lakes with no modern amenities we nestled down for a workweek.

When we departed we had no approximation where we were going. We climbed into the airplane there was a map taped to the 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 dock in the human body of a'T'where we tied up at the compensate end of the docking facility. The lead end was taken up by a gravy boat house. We unloaded and walked down the dock and up a slight slope to the rustic Cabin. I opened the adjourn 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 backrest and the other arm under her legs and swept her off her feet and carried her across the doorstep. Before I set her on her feet I placed a bid kiss upon her lips and said I love you Mrs Lincoln.

I put her down and we gazed at the Department of the Interior of our Honeymoon Castle. It was one Large way with a loft large enough to hold two full sized beds a dresser and end tabular array accessed by a coil staircase. The modest incision, the left side was a animation room with a sofa and two wanton hot seat with stands for the oil Lanterns. The ripe side was the dining way and kitchen. There was a prominent cast iron wood burning range with a shelf above which held the dope and pan. other ledge on that rampart held dishes and can good and former solid food stuff.
There was a tumid deep sink with a hand pump Dad had told me about the ticker there was a diverter valve when in the lake direction water supply from the lake could be pumped in for cleanup. In the opposite position the ticker delivered crisp authorise clean water from a natural spring which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small mound. Neath the loft was was the lower bed room which mirrored the pigeon loft, The beds were end to end with about 5'between the invertebrate foot of each bed.

The corkscrew stairway was behind the livelihood room and behind the staircase was the door to the bathroom and to the hinder porch. The john had carry water from another cistern from the lake water supply. My program line was that I should pump the cisterns full everyday. There was also a pocket-size wood stove to heat up water for baths.

The waste body of water and faecal waste was sent to a sump system of rules all by gravitational force feed. A lot of money had been spent on this Eden in the outdoors. The front man porch had Hugo Wolf and deer pelt tacked on to the bulwark and there were bunker hung on bait. And their were two rocking chairs and a porch cut perfect for evening liberalization and contemplation.
There was a gruntle breeze blowing off the Lake, I opened the windows on either position of the Cabin. The crisscross breathing worked well enough that the Cabin stayed cool down even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to shed side by side to the house which had a modest tractor and wagon which enabled me to keep the supplying of wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our Marriage life history must go on. By the metre we had everything done including bathing tub it was after iniquity We settled down into each others implements of war and in seconds we were both sound asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the conciliate ministration 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 toilsome stopcock lay between her legs and the lips of her pussy were encasing it. Her head was laying on my left arm and that mitt was stroking her left nipple. My right hand moved down from her decently 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 clear and we both gained ease. She began to laugh,"here we are an old tie yoke ... getting off like two teenager in the back tail of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the covers back and said,"Damned what a pile. I sure hope there are enough sheet of paper to final a week."

I lit the firing in the lav kitchen range. When I walked back in Erica was changing the sheets and was bent over and her hip joint were moving back and forth ... That 's all it took One redundant sway and I was hard as a stone I grabbed her hip joint and rammed it rest home. Erica squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my digit on to her clit which was as severely as sword and rubbed it.

Her pelvic arch began to gyrate more, I left her clit and worked my way to her boob those hone spheres of women physique I pinched, twisted and tweaked them. I was pulling on her body, pulling her backbone on to me. I was pulling so strong that I lost my Libra and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my fundament 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 bosom.

It is a wonder that the wildcat did n't answer her. As she neared her culmination she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad brute trying to shoot a line the planetary house down. She began to restate herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her Pussy clamped down on my cock as she had her climax ... Her pussy sinew continued to declaration and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her womb with baby succus. If she had n't already been pregnant she would accept been after that. We collapsed there in the trading floor dragging the nasty sheet she had been changing into the storey with us.

We awoke the side by side aurora with those canvas wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our physical structure we were a mess. I swear the dry out cum was ripping off hair and pelt 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 merchandise the memories for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shore and watched the different creature that came down to drink or to catch food. We sat down and watched a span 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 unity she had called. They scampered in to the bush as soon as they saw us.
The 24-hour interval were taken up with exploring and study around the Cabin. The night with reaffirming our beloved. But as all good thing must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to pass on. I cranked up the airplane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something amiss the sky was darkening and my range begin spinning, lightening was flashing and thunder was clashing. I started raining not a drizzle but a to the full fledged storm visibility was 0. the planing machine was being tossed a round like a badly made theme airplane. We dropped at to the lowest degree a 100 metrical foot in an instant, then was flung to the incline.

I tried to climb above it but the engine tried to conk. The next thing is to try to get under, I began moving get down, my instruments were going haywire I had no idea where or how mellow 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 head … the radio was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in trouble …. ca n't chip in you co-ordinate … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a sack spot but also afraid to get too low there were mountains and trees ... very big tree. Our only hope is to get hold a top patch over pee and try to set down.

Lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a sound like a car room access hit with a hammer. Then cypher but the 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 fundament below then the window closed. I told true heath to restrain on it was going to get rough out ... she laughed,"You mean bad then now ?"

I tried to set a glide pattern to institute the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a newsflash of lightening and dead ahead of us I could see trees Now if that ai n't the shits looks like a small Island in the middle of a big lake. Nothing I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the urine then the pontoon sank in the water system then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the trees and slammed to a stop. A tree limb had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the shattered methamphetamine hydrochloride. I looked to erica she was covered in blood and her odd shoulder was at an awkward Angle, The tree branch had slit clear her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left ear to the back of her top dog. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the copilot 's prat and lay her in the gangway between the rider seats. I broke out the beginning 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 alcoholic beverage then began to stitch I am glad she was out I am for certain this had to hurt. Finally the finally stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa pulverization 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 wind the whole thing till a Doctor could look at it. I looked out he porthole the pelting was still coming down. I found a pecker kit and removed the nates from the port side and stacked them on top of the starboard tail. I pulled some blankets from the load sphere. I lay one on the floor edged Erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to check the shipment area and get an inventory of our resourcefulness. An inflatable life pot rated for 6 which meant it would hold 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon hand brake gas can and it was full. A bottle of purifying pills for water, a box of C - rats and K - dirty dog. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 canteen and camp outfit. As long as we were at the planing machine there was a 5 gallon water container and paper cupful. We had our apparel and would make to go through them and only train what we needed. I was also surprised to find a a rack with a 30-06 and a twenty two rifles with one box of 30-06 cycle and 5 boxwood of XX 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 following to Erica and went to sleep. Later I could here water lapping the nates of the fuselage. I looked out the hatch the pelting 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 outlets and generally remained at a constant level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the midriff of a large body of piss. The Island is under H2O at this prison term. I am not sure if the plane is visible we are enwrapped by Tree an their limbs. I am alright but Erica is badly injure. I sewed up her head about a 5 to 6 in gash I believe I saw her skull while I tried to houseclean the wound. Her articulatio humeri 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 time of day with no reach, no altimeter and nothing visibility. The engine gave out and there was no more than chance we were going down. The damn Island was a trematode worm and there was no luck to avoid it. We were favourable we missed hitting a tree head on. My only when guess is we are still in Northern Minnesota in their lake land. 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 spit licked at her rim but she did n't afford her middle or pass water a sound. I took the intoxicant and cleaned her head. It never seemed to affect her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hachure and could already tell the water was receding. Not much sense of doing any affair right now. Just let erica respite and hope she comes out of this. Six time of day later the water was back to normal but erica was still out. I climbed out of the aeroplane for a face around. I walked to the rear of the plane there was about 10 metrical foot of whiten sand with a metallic look. I turned and looked back at the plane it was almost invisible I walked around the island which was no trouble 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 planer true heath was a aftermath"What happened, what is wrong with my articulatio humeri, why does my brain hurt."she started to reach for her head.
I told her it was n't a unspoiled mind 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 capitulum was badly swell 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. lilliputian by little she was able to get the soup down. I was really worried about her head it seemed to get braggy and great. I was becoming worried that I would ingest cut it opened and enfeeble the lesion.

I looked in the medical kit and found some aspirin, I crumbled three in to a chalk of water and gave it to her. In minutes she was out frigid again, I covered her and watched over her again. I lay beside her and drifted off to catch some Z's. Some time during the night ….

I woke up late the next aurora I was uneasy and knew not why I looked around there was pus and ancestry all over Erica I reached over and touched her … she was cold and loaded. From the facial expression of her digit she had began to scratch and had burst the stitches spread and she bled to Death. 'Dotty, true heath is Dead make a celluloid of what you see. I am going to entrust her in the plane and I am going to play my way out of here.

The date is May 20 1945 Erica and I have been Married 10 mean solar day .