The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to propel the hymeneals date forward by two days to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in Europe. But decided to will it alone, besides to much campaign had gone into the training for the 10th.

The wedding went off with out a interference and Erica 's little belly protrusion was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 month meaning at the clip. Let them look ... 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 kingpin at the oil society and we were able to use one of their private Lodges. In a state with a lot of natural lakes with no modern amenities we nestled down for a week.

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the plane there was a map taped to the control venire 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 lighthouse.

We touched down and Taxied to the gravy holder dock in the figure of a'T'where we tied up at the right end of the sorrel. The left end was taken up by a boat house. We unloaded and walked down the bobtail and up a slight incline to the rustic Cabin. I opened the sunken and hold back 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 rear and the other arm under her legs and swept her off her feet and carried her across the limen. Before I set her on her feet I placed a attender candy kiss upon her brim and said I love you Mrs Lincoln.

I put her down and we gazed at the interior of our Honeymoon rook. It was one Large way with a loft large enough to reserve two full sized beds a dresser and end table accessed by a spiral staircase. The lower section, the left side was a living elbow room with a couch and two well-off president with stands for the oil Lanterns. The right side was the dining room and kitchen. There was a turgid hurl smoothing iron woodwind burning stove with a shelf above which held the pots and pan. other shelves on that wall held dish and can goods and other food stuff.
There was a large cryptical sink with a hand pump Dad had told me about the pump there was a diverter valve when in the lake centering H2O from the lake could be pumped in for cleaning. In the opposite office the pump delivered crisp clear sportsmanlike water from a natural spring which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small mound. Neath the pigeon loft was was the lower bed room which mirrored the loft, The beds were end to end with about 5'between the foundation of each bed.

The whorl staircase was behind the living room and behind the stairway was the door to the bathroom and to the back porch. The privy had running 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 wood range to heat water for baths.

The waste matter piss and fecal waste was sent to a cesspool system all by gravity feed. A lot of money had been spent on this Paradise in the outdoors. The front porch had savage and deer skins tacked on to the paries and there were cakehole hung on hooks. And their were two rocking chair and a porch swing perfect for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a gentle duck soup blowing off the Lake, I opened the windows on either side of the Cabin. The crossbreeding respiration worked well enough that the Cabin stayed sang-froid even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to shed following to the house which had a small tractor and black Maria which enabled me to go along the supply of wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our marriage 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 minute we were both level-headed asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the aristocratic relief of a still sleeping Erica. She had rolled over during the night and I was spooned around her. In her sleep her hips were gently moving. My extremely firmly cock lay between her pegleg and the lips of her pussy were encasing it. Her head was laying on my entrust arm and that hand was stroking her left mamilla. My aright hand moved down from her right breast to the flabby down around her omphalus and on to her snatch hairsbreadth finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her eyes popped undefendable and we both gained ministration. She began to express joy,"here we are an old married couple ... getting off like two teenagers in the stake 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 bathroom stove. When I walked back in Erica was changing the sheet of paper and was bent over and her rosehip were moving back and forth ... That 's all it took One surplus careen and I was hard as a rock I grabbed her pelvis and rammed it habitation. 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 hard as steel and rubbed it.

Her hip joint began to gyrate Thomas More, I left her clit and worked my way to her breasts those everlasting spheres of women build I pinched, twisted and tweaked them. I was pulling on her trunk, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so hard that I lost my residuum and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my butt in the flooring and she landed on top of me. We never separated and we continued shot. I nibbled and slobbered on the back of her neck as I continued to caress her breast.

It is a marvel that the woman chaser did n't respond her. As she neared her culmination she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf trying to shove along the theatre down. She began to reduplicate herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her Pussy clamped down on my peter as she had her culmination ... Her pussy sinew continued to contract and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her womb with baby juice. If she had n't already been significant she would induce been after that. We collapsed there in the trading floor dragging the smutty flat solid she had been changing into the floor with us.

We awoke the next morning with those sheets wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our consistency we were a good deal. I swear the dried cum was ripping off hair and skin as we pealed them off of us. The trivial stove I had lit during the nighttime was out and the Kettle 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 shore and watched the unlike animate being that came down to drink or to catch food. We sat down and watched a pair of Otters playing, they were hilarious. And yes we did see a wildcat, in fact there were seven of them. I told erica these were the one she had called. They scampered in to the shrub as soon as they saw us.
The daylight were taken up with exploring and work around the Cabin. The Nox with reaffirming our love. But as all full affair must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to entrust. I cranked up the plane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something wrong the sky was darkening and my compass begin spinning, lightening was flashing and thunder was clashing. I started raining not a drizzle but a fully fledged storm visibility was naught. the woodworking plane was being tossed a round of golf like a badly made paper airplane. We dropped at least a 100 infantry in an twinkling, then was flung to the side.

I tried to climb above it but the engine tried to stall. The succeeding thing is to try to get under, I began moving modest, 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 head … the tuner was n't working.

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

lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a sound like a car room access hit with a mallet. Then nothing but the 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 supply ... LE than a 100 foot below then the window closed. I told Erica to make on it was going to get rough ... she laughed,"You mean worse then now ?"

I tried to set a glide shape to add the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a flash of whitening and dead ahead of us I could see trees Now if that ai n't the diddly looks like a small Island in the middle of a big lake. nix 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree limb had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the shattered chalk. I looked to Erica she was covered in blood and her left shoulder was at an awkward angle, The tree arm had slit open her scalp from her eyebrow just above her give ear to the back of her pass. 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-de-camp kit and began to try and stop her haemorrhage. 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 ache. Finally the last stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa 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 all thing till a MD could look at it. I looked out he porthole the rain was still coming down. I found a tool around kit and removed the buttocks from the port face and stacked them on top of the starboard seats. I pulled some blankets from the cargo area. I lay one on the level edged Erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to check the consignment field and make an inventory of our resource. An inflatable living peck rated for 6 which meant it would hold 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon emergency gas can and it was full. A feeding bottle of purifying pill for water, a box of C - squealer and K - squealer. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 canteens and coterie kits. As long as we were at the plane there was a 5 gallon water system container and composition cupful. We had our clothes and would possess to go through them and only subscribe to 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 troll and 5 corner of xx two farseeing rifle ammunition. 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 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 virtually of these lakes had outlets and generally remained at a invariable level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the centre of a turgid body of water. The Island is under piss at this time. I am not certain if the plane is visible we are enwrapped by tree an their arm. I am alright but Erica is badly offend. 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 shoulder is also broken or dislocated I have it strapped down. She has not wakened since the stroke .'

'I have no thought where we are, I flew blind for over two hr with no compass, no altimeter and Zero visibility. The engine gave out and there was no more hazard we were going down. The damn Island was a fluke and there was no opportunity to avoid it. We were prosperous we missed hitting a tree head on. My alone guess is we are still in Northern Gopher State in their lake state. The way we were going
we could be in Canada .'

After we signed off I checked on erica and dribbled a few drop of water supply into her mouth ... her tongue licked at her sass but she did n't unfold her eyes or make a auditory sensation. I took the alcohol and cleaned her chief. It never seemed to pretend her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hatching and could already tell the water was receding. Not much gumption of doing any affair right now. Just let erica residue and hope she comes out of this. Six hours later the water was back to normal but erica was still out. I climbed out of the plane for a look around. I walked to the fanny of the plane there was about 10 feet of egg white moxie with a metallic look. I turned and looked back at the plane it was almost inconspicuous I walked around the island which was no problem since it was LE than 50 pes in duration 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 wrong with my articulatio humeri, why does my caput hurt."she started to reach for her head.
I told her it was n't a good musical theme that I had to sew her chief wound, and her shoulder joint might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't have one, Her face and head was badly vain 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. Little by petty she was able to get the soup down. I was really worried about her head it seemed to get bragging and larger. I was becoming worried that I would have cut it overt and drain the combat injury.

I looked in the medical kit and found some aspirin, I crumbled three in to a glass of water and gave it to her. In transactions she was out moth-eaten 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 morning I was uneasy and knew not why I looked around there was pus and rakehell all over erica I reached over and touched her … she was cold and unbendable. From the feel of her finger she had began to inscribe and had burst the stitches open and she bled to expiry. 'Dotty, true heath is Dead make a film of what you see. I am going to pull up stakes her in the planing machine and I am going to work my way out of here.

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