The Way of the War

The way of the War




I grew up in a small Southeast Texas town, my Father worked in the oil fields. The year is 1930 and we lived rent free in a village of tents. They had build a wooden floor about 8” above the ground then the tents were raised upon them. The tents were 8′ x 12′ not to large but we were blessed I was an only child at that time, my sisters came later.

We were blessed because other families had 4 and sometime 5 kids. Most slept outside on the ground unless it was raining. Some were more privileged and had a tarp to cover them. I also slept out side not because I had too but because I preferred the outdoors.

Oh I forgot to mention I am 7 years old and my name is Chad Lincoln. Since we were so far from town there was no school. The women borrowed books and taught us as best they could. We never had an accurate count of the children, it changed daily. With families arriving and leaving daily … it constantly changed.

Classes never lasted more than 3 hours, then we were free to run wild . There was a creek not over a 100 yds. from the tent city. As soon as classes were over we all gathered at the creek for a little skinny dipping, both boys and girls.

At 7 I was not too aware of the girls til the latest family moved in with 3 teenagers .Carol 13, Louise14 and Dotty 15 all with blossoming bosoms. There was only one teenage boy, Toby 13. when this occurred.. He took one look, his face turned red and he sat down in the creek.. He did not move till the girls had left.

I, not having ever seen bare tits was curious I walked over to the oldest and said “Those are pretty can I touch them.” She nodded yes… I reached out and put my hand on her left breast. It was so soft and so nicely rounded, the dark spot atop the brown circles began to stand up. I touched it, she asked if I wanted to put it in my mouth.

My answer was to suck it right in my mouth I rolled it around and felt and odd sensation in my groin, my little me was standing up tall. Her sisters asked if I wanted to feel theirs as well. I felt and rubbed and suckled all their breasts.

The younger girls that had not started to blossom as yet, were rolling their nipples between their thumb and forefinger. All had little smiles starting to move their lips.

This was as far as was ever attempted. It is odd that we were never inclined to touch between their legs. Probably because we had ran naked most of our lives and to us that was just a pee place. This way of life lasted two years.

After that the Oil Company s began to build the workers real homes. I was almost 10 when we moved into our first real home. I was no longer an only child, My mother had given birth to my sister and my brother.



For the first time we went to a real school. We were tested to see what grade we should be in. The teachers were surprised to find out we tested right even with the townies. We were lucky our small town accepted us right into the family. We had been expecting to be treated as Oilfield trash. But we were accepted.

At age 12 I entered 7th grade Mrs Jacobs was my home room teacher. She was the oldest and best loved teacher in the school. She always had a smile on her face and she made History fun to learn.