The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to make a motion the nuptials date forward by two Clarence Day to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in EEC. But decided to depart it alone, besides to much movement had gone into the preparations for the 10th.

The marriage ceremony went off with out a hitch and true heath 's little belly swelling was hardly noticeable. After all she was only about 4 or 5 months pregnant at the time. 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 top banana at the oil Company and we were able-bodied to use one of their individual Lodges. In a commonwealth with a lot of natural lakes with no forward-looking creature comforts we nestled down for a week.

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the planing machine there was a map taped to the ascendence 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 light.

We touched down and Taxied to the boat dock in the shape of a'T'where we tied up at the mighty end of the dock. The allow for end was taken up by a boat sign of the zodiac. We unloaded and walked down the dock and up a svelte incline to the agrestic Cabin. I opened the recessed and hide compartment in one of the porch posts. This contained the padlock key for the nominal head door.

I opened the door and turned to erica placed my arm around her dorsum and the other arm under her legs and swept her off her feet and carried her across the threshold. Before I set her on her feet I placed a cutter buss upon her lips and said I love you Mrs Lincoln.

I put her down and we gazed at the interior of our Honeymoon palace. It was one Large room with a loft large enough to hold two full sized beds a bureau and end tabular array accessed by a spiraling stairway. The lower incision, the left side was a living room with a sofa and two well-to-do chairs with stands for the oil Lanterns. The right side was the dining way and kitchen. There was a large plaster bandage iron wood burning stove with a shelf above which held the pots and pans. early shelves on that wall held dish and can goods and other intellectual nourishment stuff.
There was a large deep cesspit with a hand pump Dad had told me about the heart there was a diverter valve when in the lake direction piss from the lake could be pumped in for cleanup. In the paired stead the ticker delivered crease clear clean piddle from a natural spring which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small hill. 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 foot of each bed.

The spiral stairway was behind the living room and behind the staircase was the door to the bathroom and to the back porch. The bathroom had campaign water from another water tank from the lake water. My pedagogy was that I should pump the cisterns replete everyday. There was also a small Sir Henry Wood stove to heat water for baths.

The waste water and faecal 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 masher and deer skins tacked on to the walls and there were traps hung on hooks. And their were two rocking hot seat and a porch swing perfect for evening easiness and contemplation.
There was a gentle breeze blowing off the Lake, I opened the windows on either side of the Cabin. The mark ventilation worked well enough that the Cabin stayed cool even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to shed next to the house which had a small tractor and beach waggon which enabled me to keep the supply of wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our marriage ceremony life must go on. By the meter we had everything done including tub it was after dark We settled down into each others arms and in irregular we were both phone asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the gentle succour of a still sleeping Erica. She had rolled over during the Night and I was spooned around her. In her nap her pelvis were gently moving. My extremely hard cock lay between her legs and the mouth of her pussy were encasing it. Her promontory was laying on my will arm and that hand was stroking her left teat. My right hand moved down from her right white meat to the sonant down around her navel and on to her pussy hair finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her oculus popped open and we both gained rest. She began to express mirth,"here we are an old tie couple ... getting off like two teenagers in the endorse derriere of a car."
I joined her laugh threw the covers back and said,"Damned what a mickle. I sure hope there are enough rag to close a week."

I lit the attack in the bathroom stove. When I walked back in Erica was changing the bed sheet and was bent over and her rosehip were moving back and Forth River ... That 's all it took One extra sway and I was hard as a Rock I grabbed her hips and rammed it household. erica squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my finger on to her button which was as hard as steel and rubbed it.

Her pelvis began to spiral More, I left her clit and worked my way to her boob those perfect sphere of influence of womanhood flesh I pinched, twisted and tweaked them. I was pulling on her body, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so backbreaking that I lost my balance wheel 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 wolves did n't serve her. As she neared her orgasm she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad skirt chaser trying to swash the star sign down. She began to repeat herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her twat clamped down on my cock as she had her sexual climax ... Her pussy muscular tissue continued to contract bridge and dismissal until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her uterus with infant succus. 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 story with us.

We awoke the following morning time with those canvas wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our bodies we were a mess. I swear the dried cum was ripping off haircloth 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 toast or to catch nutrient. We sat down and watched a span of Otters playing, they were screaming. And yes we did see a beast, in fact there were seven of them. I told true heath these were the unity she had called. They scampered in to the President Bush as soon as they saw us.
The 24-hour interval were taken up with exploring and work around the Cabin. The nighttime with reaffirming our dear. But as all proficient things must come to an end. The day arrived that we had to leave. I cranked up the airplane 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 full fledged violent storm visibility was nothing. the carpenter's plane was being tossed a round like a badly made paper airplane. We dropped at to the lowest degree a 100 feet in an jiffy, then was flung to the incline.

I tried to climb above it but the engine tried to procrastinate. The side by side thing is to try to get under, I began moving broken, my instruments were going haywire I had no idea where or how richly I was. Then the think that scares me the most the engine began to cut out. I looked over at true heath who was trying to ship out a may day ... she was shaking her pass … the tuner was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in hassle …. ca n't give you coordinate … In a bad tempest I think we are going down .'I dipped the olfactory organ a bit more hoping for a clear spot but also afraid to get too low there were batch and Tree ... very big trees. Our only hope is to recover a clear spot over piddle 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 nada but the tempest ... 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 body of water ... less than a 100 feet below then the window closed. I told true heath to hold on it was going to get boisterous ... she laughed,"You mean worse then now ?"

I tried to set a sailplaning convention to bring the airplane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a flash of lightening and abruptly ahead of us I could see trees Now if that ai n't the dickhead looks like a small Island in the midsection of a big lake. naught I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the piddle then the pontoon sank in the weewee then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the tree diagram and slammed to a stop. A Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree limb had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the shatter glass. I looked to true heath she was covered in blood and her get out articulatio humeri was at an awkward angle, The tree diagram arm had slice opened her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left ear to the binding of her head. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the co-pilot 's behind and lay her in the aisle between the passenger stern. I broke out the maiden auxiliary kit and began to try and kibosh 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 stitch I am glad she was out I am certainly this had to hurt. Finally the last stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa powder along its length.

I checked her shoulder joint, I was not sure if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the best matter was just to envelop the whole affair till a MD could look at it. I looked out he porthole the rain was still coming down. I found a tool kit and removed the tail from the larboard English and stacked them on top of the starboard stern. I pulled some mantle from the cargo field. I lay one on the base edged true heath on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to curb the consignment field and progress to an inventory of our resources. An inflatable life raft rated for 6 which meant it would have 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 congius emergency gas can and it was full. A nursing bottle of purifying pills for water, a box of C - rat and K - Rats. For the two of us we had enough for almost a calendar month plus 3 mobile canteen and camp outfit. As long as we were at the plane there was a 5 Imperial gallon water container and paper loving cup. We had our apparel and would have to go through them and only take what we needed. I was also surprised to find a a stand with a 30-06 and a XX two rifles with one box of 30-06 bout and 5 corner of 20 two yearn rifle ammunition. That plus the fact I never went anywhere without my Luger.

I used my awol 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 interest about it as yet most of these lakes had electric receptacle and generally remained at a incessant level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the middle of a with child trunk of water. The Island is under water at this sentence. I am not sure if the plane is visible we are enwrapped by trees an their branch. I am alright but erica is badly bruise. I sewed up her header about a 5 to 6 in gash I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean 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 estimation where we are, I flew screen for over two hours with no range, no altimeter and aught visibility. The locomotive engine gave out and there was no to a greater extent hazard we were going down. The tinker's damn Island was a fluke and there was no hazard to avoid it. We were lucky 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 true heath and dribbled a few cliff of water into her oral fissure ... her spit licked at her sass but she did n't spread her eyes or seduce a speech sound. I took the alcohol and cleaned her head. It never seemed to touch on her. She was starting to worry me.

I looked out the hatch and could already tell the piss was receding. Not very much sense of doing any thing right now. Just let true heath residual and trust she comes out of this. Six 60 minutes later the water supply was back to normal but erica was still out. I climbed out of the plane for a flavor around. I walked to the rear of the planer there was about 10 human foot of whitened sand with a metal look. I turned and looked back at the planing machine it was almost invisible I walked around the island which was no problem since it was less than 50 animal foot in length and half that wide, almost completely at bay. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a scream and ran back to the plane true heath was a backwash"What happened, what is haywire with my shoulder, why does my headway hurt."she started to reach out for her pass.
I told her it was n't a good idea that I had to sew together her foreland lesion, and her shoulder might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't cause one, Her case and read/write head was badly swollen and I did n't wish for her to see it.

I made one of the C-Rats which happened to accept chicken soup in it. piddling by little she was able to get the soup down. I was really worried about her head it seemed to get large and bigger. I was becoming worried that I would stimulate cut it surface and run out the wound.

I looked in the medical kit and found some aspirin, I crumbled three in to a ice of H2O and gave it to her. In mo she was out cold again, I covered her and watched over her again. I lay beside her and drifted off to log Z's. Some meter during the night ….

I woke up late the following morning I was uneasy and knew not why I looked around there was pus and descent all over true heath I reached over and touched her … she was cold and stiff. From the looks of her digit she had began to scratch and had burst the stitches spread out and she bled to death. 'Dotty, Erica is all in take in a film of what you see. I am going to leave her in the plane and I am going to turn my way out of here.

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