Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... February there was a sudden increase in Japanese activity and we knew a battle was in the making and somewhere nearby. Convoys were definitely coming and going from Rabaul and we'd see some of the same ships returning just a few days later so I figured the target was on New Guinea somewhere.

The battle came our way on the morning of March 3rd. B-17 bombers and P-38 fighters mixed it up with a bunch of Japanese Zeroes high up above our island. There were a couple Australian Beaufighters in the furball too.

While the drama was going on over our heads the sea was aflame with wrecked and sinking Japanese ships. I could see American and Australian patrol torpedo boats dodging enemy fire and zipping in and out to attack enemy ships and rescue Allied airmen from the sea. We even saw a huge PBY Catalina come in and pluck some men from the water.

I couldn't just sit there while American and Australian guys were dying in the water!

Explaining myself to Leslie and the ladies they helped me cast off after I got the Daihatsu landing craft fired up. I had to reverse out of the pool and into the channel where I turned and made for open water.

After I made it to blue water I realized that the Japanese would ignore my boat but the Americans and Australians would see it as a target. It didn't matter. Throwing caution to the wind I made for groups of men in the water. Where I saw Japanese I had to pass them by. Where I saw Allies I stopped and got them into the boat.

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... Allied fliers uniformly tried to evade me until myself and some of the rescued airmen would yell at them to let them know we weren't Japanese. I didn't blame them for their fears. The sharks were less dangerous than the Japanese when it came to Allied airmen.

I ended up with fourteen men on the boat. Most of them were unharmed save for their time in the water and a few were bruised but not broken.

One of them had managed to save a two-way radio he called a 'walkie talkie'.

I got them back to the island where their next surprise was seeing six women in old German navy uniforms and three infants.

One of the several Aussies looked at the pregnant women, the mothers, and the babies and says to me, "Is this lot yours?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He broke into a smile and slapped me on the back, "Well, good on you mate!"

The one American with the walkie talkie managed to contact a passing fighter and a few hours later and just after dusk a massive Martin PBM Mariner was floating just off shore waiting to rescue us.

Leslie had a tear in her eye as I helped her and the baby into the Daihatsu. "This was our home!" she cried.

The next morning we were in the relatively safe harbor of Port Moresby where the Mariner was refueled and we were sent on our way to the American airfield at Lockhart River, Australia.

The American officers at what they called 'Iron Range' were not so pleased with my presence and they took a dim view of six young women pregnant by the same ...