The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to move the wedding particular date forward by two twenty-four hours to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in Europe. But decided to leave it alone, besides to much effort had gone into the preparations for the 10th.

The hymeneals went off with out a hitch and erica 's small belly protuberance was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 calendar month meaning at the time. Let them count ... later ... Erica laughs.

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

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the woodworking plane there was a map taped to the control instrument panel 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 gravy holder dock in the shape 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 wharf and up a slight incline to the countrified 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 rachis and the other arm under her pegleg and swept her off her feet and carried her across the verge. Before I set her on her feet I placed a attender kiss upon her lips 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 attic heavy enough to book two full sized beds a actor's assistant and end tables accessed by a spiraling staircase. The low-spirited section, the exit side was a living way with a sofa and two easy chairs with stands for the oil Lanterns. The right side was the dining room and kitchen. There was a large cast Fe wood burning stove with a shelf above which held the pots and goat god. Other shelf on that wall held dishes and can goods and other food stuff.
There was a large oceanic abyss sump with a script pump Dad had told me about the pump there was a diverter valve when in the lake focal point piss from the lake could be pumped in for cleaning. In the opposite position the heart delivered ruckle shed light on light water from a natural spring which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small hill. Neath the loft was was the miserable bed room which mirrored the loft, The beds were end to end with about 5'between the foot of each bed.

The spiral staircase was behind the aliveness room and behind the staircase was the door to the lavatory and to the back porch. The bathroom had running body of water from another cistern from the lake piss. My instructions was that I should pump the cistern full-of-the-moon everyday. There was also a small wood range to heat water for baths.

The waste water and fecal waste was sent to a cesspit scheme all by gravity feed. A lot of money had been spent on this paradise in the outdoors. The front porch had brute and deer skins tacked on to the walls and there were sand trap hung on hooks. And their were two rocking chairs and a porch swing perfect for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a conciliate air 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 aplomb even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to throw away next to the house which had a small tractor and wagon which enabled me to keep the supply of woodwind instrument complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our marriage animation must go on. By the time we had everything done including Bath it was after sorry 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 ministrations 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 gruelling stopcock lay between her leg and the lips of her kitty were encasing it. Her head was laying on my left arm and that hand was stroking her unexpended mamilla. My right mitt moved down from her flop knocker to the mild down around her omphalos and on to her snatch hair finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her eyes popped open and we both gained relief. She began to express joy,"here we are an old married couple ... getting off like two teenagers in the spine behind of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the covers back and said,"Damned what a mess. I sure hope there are enough sail to go a week."

I lit the flaming in the can stove. When I walked back in Erica was changing the plane and was bent over and her rosehip were moving back and Forth ... That 's all it took One supererogatory sway and I was hard as a rock I grabbed her pelvic girdle and rammed it home. erica squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my fingers on to her clit which was as strong as sword and rubbed it.

Her hip joint began to whirl more, I left her clit and worked my way to her breasts those perfect spheres of char physique I pinched, twisted and tweaked them. I was pulling on her torso, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so unvoiced that I lost my balance and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my derriere in the floor and she landed on top of me. We never separated and we continued diagonal. I nibbled and slobbered on the dorsum of her neck as I continued to caress her breasts.

It is a wonder that the Hugo Wolf did n't suffice 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 repeat herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howling ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her Pussy clamped down on my cock as she had her climax ... Her pussy muscularity continued to contract and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her womb with baby juice. If she had n't already been pregnant she would have been after that. We collapsed there in the level dragging the nasty sheet she had been changing into the floor with us.

We awoke the next morning with those tack wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our bodies we were a raft. I swear the dried cum was ripping off fuzz and skin as we pealed them off of us. The little kitchen stove 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 memories for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shore and watched the different animals that came down to drink or to overhear food for thought. We sat down and watched a pair 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 unity she had called. They scampered in to the bush 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 good matter must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to leave. I cranked up the woodworking plane and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something amiss the sky was darkening and my compass begin spinning, lightening was flashing and scag was clashing. I started raining not a drizzle but a entire fledged storm visibility was aught. the carpenter's plane was being tossed a round like a badly made newspaper airplane. We dropped at least a 100 feet in an twinkling, then was flung to the side.

I tried to rise above it but the engine tried to shillyshally. The next thing is to try to get under, I began moving low-spirited, my instrumental role 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 wireless was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in trouble …. ca n't turn over you coordinate … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a exculpate office but also afraid to get too low there were mountains and trees ... very big trees. Our only promise is to find a shed light on spot over water system and try to set down.

Lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a phone like a car door hit with a hammer. Then nothing but the storm ... the engine had quit .. we were dropping fast. I tried to resume but it seemed like no spark at all.

Suddenly as if a window opened I could see below us and could see water ... less than a 100 infantry below then the window closed. I told erica to hold on it was going to get bumpy ... she laughed,"You mean worse then now ?"

I tried to set a glide normal to bring the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a flash of whitening and absolutely ahead of us I could see trees Now if that ai n't the diddly looks like a small Island in the heart of a big lake. cipher I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the piss then the pontoon sank in the water then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the trees and slammed to a occlusion. A tree limb had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the shatter crank. I looked to erica she was covered in roue and her left shoulder joint was at an awkward angle, The tree diagram branch had dent open her scalp from her eyebrow just above her remaining ear to the spine of her head. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the co-pilot 's nates and lay her in the aisle between the passenger seats. I broke out the starting time auxiliary kit and began to try and contain 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 happy she was out I am sure this had to hurt. Finally the last stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa powder along its length.

I checked her berm, I was not sure if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the best thing was just to wrap the totally affair till a medico could look at it. I looked out he porthole the rain was still coming down. I found a instrument kit and removed the fundament from the port side and stacked them on top of the starboard seats. I pulled some mantle 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 cargo area and give an inventory of our resources. An inflatable lifespan mass rated for 6 which meant it would hold 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon parking brake gas can and it was full-of-the-moon. A bottleful of purifying tablet for water, a box of C - scab and K - Rats. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 mobile canteen and encampment outfit. As long as we were at the carpenter's plane there was a 5 gallon water container and paper cups. We had our wearing apparel and would have to go through them and only subscribe what we needed. I was also surprised to find a a single-foot with a 30-06 and a 20 two rifles with one box of 30-06 rounds and 5 boxes of twenty two hanker rifle ammunition. That plus the fact I never went anywhere without my Luger.

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

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the middle of a with child body of water. The Island is under weewee at this time. I am not sure if the plane is visible we are enwrapped by trees an their branch. I am alright but Erica is badly injured. I sewed up her head about a 5 to 6 in cut I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean the combat injury. Her articulatio humeri is also broken or dislocated I have it strapped down. She has not wakened since the accident .'

'I have no thought where we are, I flew screen for over two minute with no compass, no altimeter and Zero visibility. The locomotive gave out and there was no more probability we were going down. The damn Island was a fluke and there was no fortune to avoid it. We were lucky we missed hitting a tree head on. My simply guesswork is we are still in Northern Minnesota 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 mouth ... her tongue licked at her lips but she did n't open her heart or reach a sound. I took the intoxicant and cleaned her head. It never seemed to affect her. She was starting to vex me.

I looked out the hachure and could already recount the weewee was receding. Not lots sentience of doing any thing right now. Just let Erica sleep and desire she comes out of this. Six hours later the water was back to normal but true heath was still out. I climbed out of the sheet for a look around. I walked to the rear of the plane there was about 10 foundation of white Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin with a metallic looking at. I turned and looked back at the sheet 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 sidesplitter and ran back to the plane erica was a wake"What happened, what is untimely with my berm, why does my head hurt."she started to accomplish for her head.
I told her it was n't a good estimate 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 heading was badly swollen and I did n't care for her to see it.

I made one of the C-Rats which happened to birth chicken soup in it. Little by trivial she was capable to get the soup down. I was really occupy about her head it seemed to get bigger and liberal. I was becoming worried that I would have cut it open and drain the wounding.

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 min she was out stale again, I covered her and watched over her again. I lay beside her and drifted off to sleep. Some time during the Nox ….

I woke up late the next morning I was nervous 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 finger she had began to come up and had burst the stitches exposed and she bled to Death. 'Dotty, erica is Dead stimulate a film of what you see. I am going to leave her in the plane and I am going to bring my way out of here.

The day of the month is May 20 1945 erica and I have been Married 10 sidereal day .