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Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Sant

Some of you might know it’s St David’s Day, when the Welsh celebrate the Patron Saint of Wales. We may not be Welsh, but our hearts are still there. Daffodils are among the most recognised symbols of Wales, plus the red dragon.

Dydd G ŵ yl Dewi Sant

More important for me though, today is my wife Juanita’s birthday. She is the light and rock in my life, who stands with me through all the trials and tribulations thrown at us. I am eternally grateful and love her deeply forever. Instead of caring for herself today, she has been acquiring all I need to replace my malfunctioning hospital bed. That’s real love.

Freedom Flights: Episode 33 – Timed Intervention

Episode 33 of Freedom Flights continues the Mirage chapter for the Night Witches and develops the MIA story in Kursk, which must conclude dramatically in Episode 34.

Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach the country and in time to change their fortunes in preparing for the just peace that must come soon.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 33 – Timed Intervention

2024

Friday, September 6th – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Kapitan Aleks Górski stared at the image on the screen, trying hard to dismiss the first thoughts that had invaded her shocked mind.

“Nadia would never have chosen a tattoo like that,” said Lieutenant Aline Bonheur.  “The three-pronged trident surrounded by wheat stalks and sunflowers is patriotic but too risky for an undercover agent.”

“I’d have noticed it on her upper right arm,” said Aleks. “But it was disturbing, as was the report about these bodies at a farm near Sudzha.”

Lieutenant Cecilija Lusk put her arm around Aleks’s shoulder.

“I’m relieved but sorry you had to see that whilst alone. Let’s hope Dasha finds her soon.”

Aline looked up at the office clock.

“Time to go out to the DACT training and discover whether Ruby Flight has to face the French Mirages or the Canadian Hornets.”

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A Mirage 2000-5F takes off from Luxeuil Air Base, in Saint-Sauveur, eastern France, on March 13, 2022. Photo by SEBASTIEN BOZON/AFP via Getty Images SEBASTIEN BOZON

Environs of Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin, Poland

Aline landed the NH90 Caïman beside the PZL SW-4 Puszczyk with the DACT referees from the Academy. Brajan Rudawski had been the initial choice as the Night Witches had worked with him, but he also recommended the Academy’s senior Fast Jet trainer, Illya Borysov.

When Aline and her crew joined the referees, Illya welcomed them.

“I’m grateful for this chance to judge your latest recruits, and I presume you have studied the Rules of Engagement that Brajan and I agreed on with the flight leaders. They suggested one of you three as a third referee. I believe Kapitan Aleks Górski, you flew an F-16 in these sorts of exercises.”

 “Correct, sir,” replied Aleks. “I experienced a few exercises in the Polish Air Force… and when I was one of your students here at the School of Eagles.”

Illya smiled and then saluted her.

“I called Aleks ‘Orlę’ in Polish… Eaglet. She was the smartest pilot of her year, so who better to watch these recruits?” He paused and then continued. “In this exercise, the Mirages are in the Red Air aggressor-training role, simulating a Russian threat, against the Hornets, defending as Blue Air. However, Blue Air is flying with normal weapons loadout for training purposes in peacetime mode.”

“How do we assess them if they’re not using a similar weapons loadout?” asked Aleks. “Unless we run a second exercise with roles reversed. So, Hornets are the threat aircraft in fighter combat mode, and the Mirages are in peacetime training loadout.”

“Exactly,” said Illya, directing everyone into the NH90 Caïman and asking Aline for access to the radio and radar.

“Blue Air take up a defensive position. Red Air, prepare to attack in 30 seconds.”

All ten aircraft had ACMI pods and instruments for Air Combat Maneuvering Instrumentation monitoring, which tracks, records, and analyses aircraft data during air combat training. Additional instruments were installed on Sierra to assist the referees.

Capitaine Éliane Nowicki gave her five Red Air Mirage 2000-5Fs their first firing order.

“Each launch three MBDA MICA missiles then split away.”

ACMI showed fifteen missiles streaking towards Blue Air, causing the Hornet flight leader, Captain Lyana Rudenko, to order a response.

“Evasive manoeuvre low over wrecks. Release SUU-42A/A Infrared decoys. Launch two AIM-132 ASRAAM missiles, then cloud.”

The fifteen MICA missiles impacted the decoys or the wrecked tanks, but fifteen more MICAS followed the Hornets as Éliane ordered her response.

“Deploy countermeasures and use Delta G ploy. Wait for ROE threat change.”

Aleks looked at her fellow referees as Blue Air evaded the second MICA salvo. Ten more ASRAAM missiles streaked towards the Mirages as the Hornets disappeared into the clouds.

“Blue Air is handling the medium-range attacks,” said Illya. “Time to raise the threat level, please, Aleks.”

“Threat raised. Close engagement and radar jamming permitted,” she told the flights. “Please ensure ACMI remains active, or you will be penalised individually.”

Within a minute, the Mirages had climbed above the clouds close to their maximum ceiling of 17,060 metres or 55,970 feet, slightly above the Hornet’s ceiling. Again, the Mirages used their countermeasures against the ASRAAM missiles.

“Radar jammed. Does anyone see or detect Blue Air? Soleil over.”

There was silence for a minute as Red Air flew as slowly as they dared, searching for the Hornets, which had to be below somewhere. Then Lieutenant Noémi Tamm radioed back.

“Chêne to Soleil. Tail of one Blue below where I’m now flying. Do we dive down using Delta G attack or launch our Matra 68 mm unguided rockets? Chêne over.”

“Soleil to flight. Presume visible Blue leads formation. Leave space to attack behind them. Use Delta G. Over and out.”

Within seconds, the Mirages had dived into the clouds led by Soleil, Capitaine Éliane Nowicki.

The Hornets were waiting below the clouds but not in a tight formation. The Mirages had dived into a circle of opponents who targeted them individually with Zuni practice rockets.

Each Mirage dispensed flares as they executed a tight 9G turn aided by the jet’s delta-wing to bring the Mirage behind an opposing Hornet… in theory.

However, Captain Lyana Rudenko had prepared her flight beforehand.

“Cardinal to flight. When Red Air drops through the clouds behind Osprey’s decoy tail, engage with Zunis, but prepare for their eye-watering turns with your own to tail them. Cardinal over and out.”

So, some Mirages met mirror turns and were riddled with notional cannon fire while others claimed their Hornet targets.

“Excellent exercise, Blue and Red pilots, thank you,” said Illya. “Refuel and rearm for reverse exercise.”

A Canadian CF-18A Hornet from the 409th Squadron at Cold Lake, Alberta (Canada), launches a laser-guided bomb at Eglin Air Force Base, Florida (USA), on 5 December 2006. U.S. Air Force photo by Lt. Col. Tim Pfeifer

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Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Once Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko and Ruby Flight had been directed into the bays for refuelling and rearmament, their ground crew told them the other pilots were being debriefed.

“Time to discover who we’ll be up against for the honour of the squadron.”

Adriana led the other Gripen pilots into the room where the French and Quebecois pilots were being debriefed.

“Just in time to learn who you’re facing,” said Illya. “But too late to learn their strategies.”

“Except they don’t know ours,” said Adriana. “Unless someone has seen videos of our Gripens shooting down Russian Sukhoi Su-30SMs in Kursk.”

The rival pilots laughed nervously.

“This should be interesting,” said Aleks. “As well as instructive. The ACMI monitoring from the earlier exercises has provided beneficial real-time training.”

“Observations made in combat at Mach 1 to 2 can never be accurate,” said Brajan.  “that’s why debriefings using all the available monitoring are invaluable.”

“These exercises make you all better prepared for real air combat when mistakes can cost your life or a wing sister’s,” added Illya. “Now the team to attack the Saab JAS 39 Gripen C Flight… is neither the CF-18 Hornets nor the Mirage 2000-5Fs.”

The pilots looked confused, but Illya grinned. After a pause, he explained.

“When we reversed Blue and Red Air, you again employed some intriguing tactics making it hard to name a winning team across the two exercises. Therefore, we decided to form a mixed team composed of two Mirages and two Hornets.”

“Capitaine Éliane Nowicki and Captain Lyana Rudenko, as you were ultimately responsible for your flight’s tactics, we’ve decided to let you choose two other pilots to fly with you,” said Aleks. “They don’t have to be one from each team, just the two best pilots.”

*

Ten minutes later, Éliane and Lyana had made their choice.

“Initially, two pairs of similar jets made the most workable sense,” said Lyana.

“Until three Mirages and one Hornet presented the more interesting challenge,” continued Éliane. “But we have a question: ‘Are we expected to fly our original jets?’ Apologies for testing the ROC.”

The referees hastily discussed this.

“We didn’t specify that, “said Illya. “What are you planning?”

 “Four Mirages as the ultimate goal is integrating them into the squadron,” said Lyana. “Both Lieutenant Tatiana Ojala and I were flying Mirages before we left Chayka Air and are keen to fly them again.”

“Lieutenant Anaëlle Michel will be our fourth flight sister,” added Éliane.

The referees and the Gripen pilots all smiled.

“I suggest Red Air gets to know each other and prepare tactics,” said Illya. “The final exercise starts in ninety minutes at  1400.”

*

A close up view on Saab Gripen E “6002” of the Swedish Air Force. (Image credit: Saab)

 Adriana gave Ruby Flight one last order before the Mirages of Red Air attacked.

“Rain to Flight. Remember, the Mirages are faster than us and have a higher maximum ceiling, but our Gripens are more manoeuvrable even against the Mirage’s notorious delta-wing turns. Tight one or two circles can win again. But first, remember to use those tank wrecks. Rain out.”

The Mirages opened their attack with their MBDA MICA missiles, two against each Gripen. As the missiles closed, the Gripens flew low over the wrecked tanks, activating their electronic countermeasures and launching their four radar-guided MBDA Meteor missiles at the four Mirages.

“Release countermeasures and launch two more MICAs. Soleil out.”

Éliane knew the Gripens must have more missiles, so she forestalled them.

“Soleil to Cardinal prepare to split flight for Dual Delta manoeuvre when threat level raised. Soleil out.’

As Blue Air released twelve IRIS-T infrared homing missiles, the referees raised the level, and two pairs of Mirages flew towards the flanks of the Gripen formation. Éliane responded.

“Target incoming missiles with remaining MICAS and Blue Air with two Matra Super 530s. Use cannon when closing. Soleil out.”

Lyana knew Tatiana might be confused, so she added clarification.

“Cardinal to Osprey. Think of the CRV7 salvo from Hornets. Cardinal out.”

The two sides closed on each other, and missiles and jets streaked into multiple collisions. Meteors evaded countermeasures as IRIS-T met MICAS. Cannon fire cleared surviving missiles as jets turned circles around each other. G-forces pressed on pilots, using every particle of their strength to keep their blood flowing and their minds alert.

Experience combating swarms of Russian projectiles had prepared the nimbler Gripens to fly tight circles around the faster Mirages.

“Bean, above you.”

“Coccinelle, on your tail.”

“Ant, turn right.”

“Gannet, deck-turn away.”

The referees were unsure of the intricate dogfight’s twists and turns, but Illya said he was convinced of one thing.

“The Night Witches will be the Russians’ worst nightmare.”

“If we’re entrusted with anything more than medevac,” said Aline.

**

Saturday, September 14th – Rylsk, Kursk Oblast, Russia

Lieutenant Dimitri Bogomolov shouted over his intercom at Dasha.

“Anzhelina Isakova, come to my office at once.”

Knowing Dimitri, after a week of incessant orders and demands, Dasha was prepared for anything if it helped her mission.

For once, Dimitri was smiling when she walked into his office and gave him and Putin’s portrait the required salutes.

“Anzhelina, I spoke to my friend Kapitan Gavriil Lagunov at Khalino Air Base, and there is a vacancy in his department if he agrees with my assessment of you. I’m not sure if I could dispense with your assistance, but I’ll manage somehow.” He paused to glance at a piece of paper before handing it to her. “This pass will get you onto the base to see Gavriil at 1300 on Monday. I emailed him your credentials, plus my assessment, and copied you in so everything is clear.”

“Many thanks, Lieutenant. I’ll report back on Tuesday. I’m sure there will be work here even if I get recruited.”   

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A Sukhoi Su-30SM flying from Khalino air base in Kursk. Wikimedia Commons

Monday, September 16th – Khalino Air Base, Kursk Oblast, Russia

Dasha observed the base from a safe distance, assessing the size of this contingent of the Russian Aerospace Forces. She wasn’t exactly infiltrating, but she needed to prepare for the task ahead. If Nadia was found where Dmitri had said women POWs were taken, then Khalino Air Base was central to Dasha’s plan to return them to Ukraine.

She drove her UAZ Patriot to the base’s entrance, where two armed guards demanded to know what a civilian was doing in a restricted military area.

She produced the pass and said, “Kapitan Gavriil Lagunov needs to interview me at 1300. My name is Anzhelina Isakova.”

One soldier went into their guard hut and checked if she was genuine. When he returned, he ordered her to park the UAZ and wait. Some minutes later, two more guards arrived in a military UAZ and told her they would take her to Kapitan Lagunov.

The Kapitan’s office was at the back of a hangar where mechanics were working on a Sukhoi Su-30SM fighter. Lagunov was a short man with receding dark hair and slightly grey at the temples. Dasha saluted him and Putin’s portrait as Dimitri had demanded.

“A civilian with respect, as the Lieutenant informed me,” stated Gavriil. “He sent me your credentials, which FSB had approved. Naturally, I ran my own security check as Dimitri was somewhat unreliable. Fortunately, his assessment of you, Isakova, seems to be borne out by FSB.”

He paused and studied a document before continuing. “I believe you studied with Elvira Volkova. A sad loss as she mastered my needs quickly. You studied together?”

“Information Systems and Technologies at Peter the Great St. Petersburg Polytechnic University for three years,” replied Dasha. “I hope the degree course has value to you.”

“If you can handle all our spare parts orders as efficiently as Volkova. With the illegal sanctions imposed because of our special military operation, some parts must be obtained from the ARC Group in Kazakhstan. Of course, they understand our language.”

“I will be honoured to serve however I can, Kapitan Lagunov.”

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Khalino Airbase: NASA FIRMS imagery 2024-11-03 of Kursk Khalino air base. NB. The terrain imagery is older and undated. Imagery from LANCE FIRMS operated by NASA’s Earth Science Data and Information System (ESDIS) with funding provided by NASA Headquarters. Source            https://firms.modaps.eosdis.nasa.gov/map/#d:2024-11-03;@36.30,51.75,14.00z

Dasha was escorted back to her car and then directed off the base. She found a secure location to call Dimitri.

 “Lieutenant, I’ve been offered the job by Kapitan Gavriil Lagunov. I start as soon as I’ve helped you sort your office needs.”

“Anzhelina, timely move. You don’t need to return. I’m moving to a secure location since my superiors have ordered the evacuation of settlements in the district within 15 kilometres of the Ukrainian border. The enemy is still advancing, so you will be safer in Kursk. Pray for me.”

“I will. Goodbye, and thanks for your help, Lieutenant.”

Dasha realised Dimitri was using the situation to escape facing his enemies and prayed justice would overtake him. She would return to Rylsk to say farewell to Elvira’s mother, but first, she must call her Kursk contact, who would advance her attack plan.

“Zharptitsa seeks sanctuary, having obtained the position at Khalino. Other news?”

“You’re welcome, Zharptitsa. Feniks is alive, and our comrades are bringing her here. As you discovered, she was taken to Malaya Loknya Women’s Prison and interrogated. But the guards fled with her and other prisoners before Ukrainian forces captured the prison. However, Feniks later escaped and messaged us.”

“I’m jubilant and will arrive later to learn more.”

MPA 2,446 words

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

#IWSG – Reappraisal

It’s time for my first Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2025, having missed the January IWSG post… I realised it was too late when I saw others posting. At least I managed a Christmas-New Year post.

However, I have also posted Episodes 28-32 of my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights. I will post the next episode later this week, and there should be many more until I write about the just peace, hopefully this year.

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

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Every month, IWSG announces a question that members can answer in their IWSG posts. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience, or a story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post or let it inspire your post if you are struggling with something to say. 

Remember, the question is optional!

February 5 question – Is there a story or book you’ve written you want to/wish you could go back and change?

Cover design by Jonathan Temples. Cover photo by Nick Perry

Initially, I felt I wouldn’t change any of my too few published fiction writings, although Spiral of Hooves was revised for the second edition. Perhaps rereading the novel would make me wish I’d changed more things.

However, some of the shorts posted on this site should be reappraised and, in many cases, revised even though I edit them a few times before letting my followers read them.

As an ongoing episodic tale, Freedom Flights will have to be revised. I’ve already started making changes to the collated episodes whenever I find mistakes and oversights. For instance, as I research the aviation aspects of the story, I notice incorrect jargon. In early episodes, I called groups of four to six planes ‘wings’ rather than ‘flights’… and other basic errors. When I’ve reached the final episode, Just Peace, I will start filling in the gap from 1950 to 2021 and revising the war episodes.

Naturally, there are other projects due for revision… one day.

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The awesome co-hosts for the February 5 posting of the IWSG are Joylene Nowell Butler, Louise Barbour, and Tyrean Martinson!

Finally, don’t forget to visit more active writers via the IWSG site:

Insecure Writer’s Support Group

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG, and our hashtag is #IWSG.

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group Day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer – aim for a dozen new people each time – and return comments. This group is all about connecting!

Freedom Flights: Episode 32 – Trust is a Mirage

Episode 32 of Freedom Flights begins a new chapter for the Night Witches and picks up on the MIA story in Kursk. But there is more to come in Episode 33.

Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes in preparing for the just peace that must come.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 32 – Trust is a Mirage

2024

(Photo André BOUR – HELICOPASSION)
NH90 TTH Caïman helicopter in the colors of the French ALAT (Light Aviation of the Army)

Thursday, September 5th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Lieutenant Aline Bonheur remained in the Command Centre after all the participants in the Medevac meeting had left, leaving her to talk with the Chayka Majors.

“Did Maksym Bondarenko give any more clues to this special overseas group who flew into Dęblin?”

“Not really,” said Kalyna. “The message was coded, implying confidentiality. You know as much as we do. Unless you and Nadia contacted anyone before you flew into Kursk? Could it be a Zoo Sécurité group?”

“I can think of a few organisations back in France-“ She paused considering another possibility. “If it’s a Swedish group like Saab, they’d have asked for someone like Adriana Pavlenko. It must be French. I plan to take the NH90 Caïman, so there’s space to bring a few people back.”

“Good idea,” said Vasy. “Adriana Pavlenko will be going to Dęblin with the next Gripen E training group, so if Saab is there, you can both talk to them.”

Aline nodded, feeling reassured.

“I’ll leave within the hour once Aleks and Cecilija are ready.”

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Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

As Aline eased the NH90 Caïman down to a gentle landing assisted by Aleks, there was no obvious sign of visitors.

After Adriana Pavlenko landed with Lieutenant Ganna Kohut, Lieutenant Katia Antonov, and Sergeant Albina Zyma, Aline contacted the Control Tower.

“Sierra to Tower. We’re meant to be meeting an overseas group who recently flew in. Have you had any visitors looking for the Night Witches in the last few days? Over.”

The Gripen E is among three fighter jets contending to replace the Royal Canadian Air Force fleet of CF-188 Hornets. Saab Photo

“Tower to Sierra. The Swedish Gripen E trainers arrived yesterday to install Saab’s Gripen Mission Trainer simulator, which we believe is for your pilots and our cadets. Your recently landed Gripen C flight is meeting the instructors as usual. Over.”

“Sierra to Tower. The flight leader was expecting to meet them. Great news about the simulator. How many other foreign delegates are still here, perhaps awaiting us? Over.”

“Tower to Sierra. Two. A Canadian C-130 Hercules registered to Chayka Air landed this morning at 1008 and offloaded a convoy of vehicles, but we believe your Squadron leaders are now expecting them. The convoy’s leader may be found in your old offices. The other arrival was a French Dassault Mirage 2000s flight currently exercising on our range. Their commanding officer is also in the offices. Over.”

“Sierra to Tower. Many thanks for that invaluable rundown. Our meeting must be in the offices. Over and out.”

Everything was beginning to make sense to Aline as she disembarked with Aleks and Cecilija.

“Are we meeting the Canadians or the French?” asked Aleks. “And how is Nadia involved?”

“Indirectly, Nadia and I invited the French before we flew to Kursk. It all started when French President Emmanuel Macron announced on June 6th that Mirage 2000s would be sent to Ukraine. We just pulled a few strings to get a flight for the Night Wings, not knowing that would happen.”

“And the Canadians?” asked Cecilija.

“A timely coincidence, no doubt, by Chayka Air.”

*

In the office overlooking the Dęblin Airbase, a mixed group was pleased to see the Night Witches.

“I’m Lieutenant Aline Bonheur, and these are my crew sisters, Kapitan Aleks Górski and Lieutenant Cecilija Lusk. I’m afraid my original co-pilot, Kapitan Nadia Lysenko, whom some of you thought would be here, is sadly MIA in Russia. However, Aleks is her best friend and co-pilot in their Eurocopter Tiger. Please introduce yourselves.”

Another uniformed redhead who could have been Aline’s twin stepped forward, and they saluted each other.

 “I’m Commandant Raphaëlle Balode of L’Armée de l’Air et de l’Espace, the French Air and Space Force. My six colleagues and I flew from Luxeuil—Saint-Sauveur Air Base in the Franche-Comté region of France in six Dassault Mirage 2000s. Five were Mirage 2000-5Fs, and one was a two-seater Mirage 2000B trainer.”           

A Qatar Air Force Dassault Mirage 2000-5 participating in Odyssey Dawn: U.S. Navy Photo by Paul Farley

“Escadron de Chasse 1/2 Cigognes, I see the storks are migrating north,” said Aline, echoing the squadron’s WW1 origin. “Did our message to Capitaine Éliane Nowicki inspire you to help us?”

Raphaëlle smiled and then kissed Aline on both cheeks.

“Éliane encouraged the squadron to help Ukraine since our President said France could. All seven of us, including her, are committed to the fight, having blood ties to Eastern Europe. We are ready to join your Night Witches whenever other Ukrainian pilots have finished training on Mirage 2000-5Fs in France. Meanwhile, we can train any of your squadron on our Mirage 2000s and hopefully obtain more jets.”

Another uniformed woman stepped forward, saluting.

“Sorry to interrupt. I’m Captain Lyana Rudenko. Chayka Air recruited my four friends and me after leaving the RCAF. We are all French Canadians with ties to Ukraine or its neighbours, so we would like to train to fly Mirage 2000-5Fs and fight  as Night Witches.”

“If Raphaëlle agrees with the training,” replied Aline. The French officer gestured her agreement. “Did you arrive with the convoy? Can anyone give us details?”

“We all flew together from Chayka Air. The convoy was the initiative of Clodagh and Darina Kearney at the desk over there. I’m sure they’ll come over when they’ve finished their logistics checks.”

Aline studied the sisters, who were identical even in dress, which could pose a challenge

Meanwhile, Raphaëlle was talking to Lyana.

“We look forward to seeing you fly. Presumably, you speak Quebecois and English. What about Ukrainian?”

 “We speak all three but less Ukrainian, although Chayka Air runs courses in the language as its founders were Ukrainian. As for flying, there are twelve CF-18A Hornets here, the jets we flew in the RCAF. How would your Mirages fare against our Hornets, Commandant?”

Everyone laughed, and Aleks said, “That would be an interesting match-up. In the Polish Air Force, I flew an F-16 and saw other NATO jets in action on exercises.”

“If you don’t need to return to base today, we could arrange that for 0900 tomorrow,” said Raphaëlle. “Let’s stick to first names, please.”

Aline looked at Aleks and Cecilija, and both then grinned.

“If there’s no Russian action requiring our response,” said Aline. “I’ll check with base shortly. If Ruby Flight wasn’t on night patrol, I’d suggest the winners take on our Gripen Cs. ”

“Interesting suggestion,” said Lyana. “we’ll also have to have our chief mechanic, Warrant Officer Adrienne Laine, talk with the University’s mechanics to ascertain the five best Hornets they’re maintaining for the Witches. Are any of your mechanics here, Raphaëlle?”  

CASA / Airtech CN235M-200 French Air Force / Armee de l Air: Photographer: Karsten Palt, flugzeuginfo.net, Germany

“All the essential maintenance equipment and five mechanics arrived with us in a CASA CN-235 tactical airlifter. We were hoping to train five more. Our chief, Adjudant Léana Melnik, should talk to yours, and afterwards, they can liaise with the University together.”

“Makes sense,” replied Lyana. “A suggestion. They have simulators here, and I’m sure there are programs emulating both Hornets and Mirages. While our four mechanics prepare our jets for tomorrow morning, we can hone and compare our skills… on both airframes. Simulator Training is always invaluable.”

“Round One, which allows Aline to make her arrangements. Agreed, Lieutenant Bonheur?”

**

Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Kalyna and Vasy Chayka had expected a full report from Aline. But not what it contained.

“We received a message from Aliona back in Canada, although the Kearney sisters have yet to confirm their itinerary. Given its content, please tell them it might be safer not to send it. Bring the details when you return,” said Vasy. “The arrival of Mirages and new pilots is a surprise, even though we might have to wait until other squadrons have them. Kalyna asks if this is something you and Nadia engineered?”

“Nadia and I spoke to a mutual friend from our academy days, who is in the Mirage squadron that sent us these seven volunteers, including her. They will train the new Chayka Air recruits who arrived with the convoy. We will talk to the Kearneys next and obtain their itinerary. However, are we needed back tonight, or are enough crew available if the squadron is scrambled?”

The cousins checked the duty roster before Kalyna replied.

“We’re covered. Are Ruby Flight returning or able to scramble from there? I suspect you’re planning something.”

“The Canadians are facing the French at 0900 tomorrow, Hornets versus Mirages in Dissimilar Air Combat Training. And Gripens take on the winners… if they are available. I suspect the French Mirages will be the offensive threat or red air, with the Hornets as defenders or blue air. The rules will be restrictive to avoid accidents.”

“Ensure they are,” said Vasy. “We can’t afford any losses, although air combat training is vital. Tell Adriana to have Red Flight ready to scramble… their ground crew, which must include any Swedes there, must ensure their Gripens are already prepped for live combat against Russian attacks. Let’s all pray it’s another quiet 24 hours.”

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Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko and Ruby Flight had agreed to stay for the morning’s DACT exercise and be ready to scramble if necessary.

“If we’re scrambled tonight, will we be expected back here tomorrow?” asked Lieutenant Ganna Kohut.

Adriana replied after Aline gestured at them all.

“It depends on how hectic the night is. However, it would be interesting and invaluable for us. Any thoughts?”

“Looking at our potential opponents,” said Sergeant Albina Zyma. “We have a chance to outfly and outmanoeuvre both. Haven’t we?”

They all agreed they had, and Lieutenant Katia Antonov added,

“Our jets are the more modern, even if we aren’t using Es. We’ve all flown Hornets, so let’s hope they beat the Mirages.”

Aline chuckled.

“On that prediction, I’ll leave you to your meal and strategising.”

She walked back through the restaurant to where Clodagh and Darina Kearney sat with some of their convoy team.

“Evening, everyone. Have you finalised your itinerary? Is Chayka Field still your first stop?”

A general agreement left her wondering how to inform the base.

“Don’t worry,” said Clodagh. “We don’t intend to miss Chayka’s finest beat the French. Also, we know the border crossing won’t be fast, so you’ll get home first.”

“We intend to do our first podcast in Ukraine from there,” said Darina. “Yes, we’ve been told by Aliona Sokol not to reveal its location since it is a secret base hidden from enemy surveillance.”

“I believe you can hide your podcast’s immediate IP address by using a VPN outside Ukraine,” said Aline. ‘Will you do that from other locations you plan to visit?”

“Yes, since we must ensure the enemy doesn’t know where we are,” said Clodagh. “Especially when we deliver aid to frontline units.”

There was agreement all around the table.

“We’re carrying essential supplies to those guys,” said one of the team. “Our supporters from numerous countries but mainly Canada, thanks to Chayka Air’s PR, not only encourage our work with these specific brigades but also raise funds for humanitarian groups.”

“Looking towards the future is essential,” said Darina. “Once victory and the just peace are reached, Ukraine must be rebuilt, and those NGOs will be part of that reconstruction. Whenever Clodagh and I do a podcast, we try to cover the human side of the ongoing conflict and the massive restoration required beyond the war. Some of that is already happening with the invaluable work to heal both the physical and psychological wounds of combat personnel and civilians. When needed we fundraise during live podcasts.”

Clodagh handed Aline a USB drive.

“That contains a detailed itinerary and all the necessary information on who we have deliveries for, not just brigades but also medical facilities and NGOs. I’ve included all the contact details needed to remain in touch with us. Aliona gave me the means to encode the file so only one of your code talkers can decipher it.”

“Clever. I’m sure many at Chayka Field will follow your journey online with interest,” Aline replied. “I know colleagues who have subscribed to your site since you started supporting Ukraine… and Chayka Air. Those people who only look at the news from the comfort of their homes struggle to comprehend the full extent of this war, from the causes to the scale.”

She paused, letting everyone voice their agreement. Then she continued, “I didn’t understand fully, even though I’d been in conflicts while serving France. Until you live it, the magnitude alone is hard to comprehend with a thousand-kilometre frontline involving multiple trenches… this is non-stop, massive  and bloody warfare where drones are dominant.”

“It’s a tragic war, too,” said Clodagh. Every time we visit Ukraine, we all pray the next time will be when there’s peace to rebuild the country and its brave people. Sadly, some days, I feel I’m feeding it by supplying, for instance, drones, yet if the enemy continues to invade, the heroic soldiers need them and much more. Please tell your sisters we trust them. Slava Ukraini!”

“Heroiam slava!”

Aline left the Kearney sisters and their crew, saying she would see them at the Chayka Field base if not before.

Before Aline reached her crew, Adriana shouted from the door to the restaurant through which Ruby Flight was leaving.

“We’ve been scrambled. Another Russian air raid has been launched. We intend to be back tomorrow primed for another victory.”

Before Aline could wish the Flight luck, Adriana had gone. So, she mouthed a quiet prayer for them instead. Then she searched for Aleks and Cecilija.

Her friends were sitting at the farthest table, which meant negotiating her way past groups of pilots sharing their thoughts on the next day’s exercise. This was like her crewmates, who were learning what the Chayka pilots thought of the rival jets and which ones they’d face.

A Canadian CF-18A Hornet from the 409th Squadron at Cold Lake, Alberta (Canada), launches a laser-guided bomb at Eglin Air Force Base, Florida (USA), on 5 December 2006. U.S. Air Force photo by Lt. Col. Tim Pfeifer

“It’s clear our Hornets have an age advantage over the Mirage 2000-5Fs,” said Captain Lyana Rudenko. “The Mirages could be less manoeuvrable, despite their speed.”

“However, when we win, we face the Gripen Cs,” said Lieutenant Célia Lázár. “They’ll be a tougher challenge as we believe.”

“But will they return,” asked Lieutenant Tatiana Ojala. “I noticed them leaving. Were they scrambled?”

“Yes. For another Russian air raid,” replied Aline. “However, they sounded keen to get back… after practising by shooting down enemy missiles and drones.”

“Nothing like real targets to set them up for us,”  said Sergeant Joëlle Vanaga. “If they’re not half-asleep.”

“Once we’ve won against the Mirages, that will be our practice run,” replied Sergeant  Adélie Levchenko. “Haven’t we had more flight hours in our jets?”

Aline and her crew chuckled.

“You’re forgetting their combat experience in Ukraine, not all in Gripens, as they had to switch to MiG-29s,” said Aline. “Their leader, Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko, also knows some of the flight flew Hornets and understand their capabilities—”

“And any vulnerabilities,” added Aleks. “I only flew an F-16 in the Polish Air Force, and I believe Adriana trained on them at Chayka Air and probably on Hornets.”

“Seems Night Witches have to be incredibly versatile,” said Lyana. “ Since the RCAF decided not to acquire Gripen Es & Fs, I’ve always wanted to fly one. What dream preferences do you have, fledgling, sister Witches?”

“Rafale rather than a Mirage,” said Tatiana. “Although a Mirage 2000-5F is a step in that direction.”

“F-35,” said Célia. “Since leaving the RCAF meant missing the chance to fly one.”

“Gripen E,” said Adélie. ”The Cs might lose to us, but Canada made the wrong choice,”  

“I may have ended up as a fighter pilot,” said Joëlle. “But I dream of flying an attack helicopter.”

Aleks chuckled, and everyone joined in.

“They may be laughing at you, but this helicopter crew isn’t. We know the Tiger attack bird I co-piloted is crewless. One day soon, Joëlle, I’ll show you how she handles.”

As they started discussing different planes, from MiG-29s to Raptors, Warrant Officer Adrienne Laine joined them with her three maintainer colleagues.

“Our hornets are all set for tomorrow, although we’ll run more checks before you fly-ladies wake.“ Winks all around. “It’s been a hectic but interesting evening. All the grease monkeys were comparing our work on different jets… Hornets, Mirages 2000-5Fs and Gripen Cs to Fs. Even Mig-29s. This squadron must have the most incredibly versatile maintenance team ever.”

**

MP-443 Grach – Image Credit: Wikipedia. https://www.survivalworld.com/outdoors/11-russian-handguns-that-put-american-handguns-to-shame/

Friday, September 6th – Rylsk, Kursk Oblast, Russia

The drone chased the Russian officer down the Rylsk side street. He cowered, covering his face.

A single bullet crippled the aerial spy, and the wreck plummeted down beside the shivering man.

Dasha Isakova tucked her MP-443 Grach out of sight and ran to the man, who hadn’t noticed why the drone had crashed.

Helping him up, she asked if he was okay in Russian.

“Perfectly. I was about to shoot that infernal Ukrainian machine when it malfunctioned. I couldn’t have it chasing defenceless young women like you. I’m Lieutenant Dimitri Bogomolov, responsible for city security.”

Dasha knew to be respectful to Dimitri, given all she’d gleaned about him. This two-faced liar could know where Nadia was.

“Pleased to meet you, Lieutenant. Your reputation precedes you.  Anzhelina Isakova at your service, sir.”

He smiled and then looked hard at her.

“Where do you live in Rylsk? Maybe I can escort you home… in case there are more killer drones.”

Dasha knew she could confuse this man, and half-truths were the way to build trust.

“At 92 Ulitsa Lenina. But I’ve just moved to Rylsk from Saint Petersburg, so I’m still getting settled.”

“Aah, I thought your accent was familiar. Strange moving here from such a beautiful city. What brought you here? It’s getting dangerous with the diabolical Ukrainians launching missiles at us every day.”

Dasha resisted laughing at his gullibility.

“A dear friend from University, Elvira, was killed in one of those terrible attacks, so I’m staying with her grieving mother.”

A military vehicle drew up, and a soldier stepped out and saluted Dimitri.

“Get in, Anzhelina, and my driver will take us to your friend’s home.” He paused and then told the soldier where to drive.

“What did you both study, Anzhelina? Where do you work?”

“We studied ‘Information Systems and Technologies’. Elvira worked at the Khalino Air Base, but I’ve yet to find anything.” Dasha paused as they drew up outside the sympathiser’s home where she was staying.

”This is the house. Do you want to come in? My friend’s mother will appreciate you bringing me home.”

“Of course, with pleasure, Anzhelina. Incidentally, I’d like to offer you a job assisting me… if you are willing to provide formal references. It may not use all your skills, but with my help, we might get you interviewed for your friend’s job at the Khalino Air Base.”

*

Once Dimitri Bogomolov had cross-questioned Elvira’s mother about her daughter, unaware they were Ukrainian sympathisers, he asked Dasha back to his office for an interview.

The room was stark and cold, with one guard and a receptionist on duty. Portraits of Putin in the reception and his office indicated his allegiance. Dimitri handed Dasha a two-page form to complete.

“These are merely a formality now I’ve talked with you. I trust the FSB won’t find anything embarrassing. I’m sure you were a model student and are an upright Russian Federation citizen?”

Dasha was confident her cover identity would withstand any scrutiny by the Federal Security Service. She knew Zoo Sécurité had created every conceivable detail, and she had memorised everything.

As she completed the forms, she noticed Dimitri was watching with glee a news broadcast showing murdered Ukrainian prisoners, most in uniform but some naked and female. She held her breath as the camera panned across one naked woman.

For a sickening moment, she thought it was Nadia until it zoomed in on a tattoo that couldn’t be Nadia’s.

“The Ukrainians will call us ‘cowardly murderers’ for that,” said Dimitri. “They were ready to do that to us. We had to kill them first… before we abandoned Sudzha. The useful ones we took for further interrogation. Security demands sacrifices.”

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Heroiam slava!

Freedom Flights: Episode 31 – Headway & Heartbreak

Episode 31 of Freedom Flights focuses on the final stages of the rescue mission to Kursk and the ongoing approach to medevac flights. It also hints at a new challenge for the Night Witches.

Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes in preparing for just peace.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 31 – Headway & Heartbreak

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Tuesday, September 3rd – Pryluky, Chernihiv Oblast, Ukraine

As she maneuvered the NH90 Caïman slowly towards the ground, Lieutenant Aline Bonheur confirmed the instructions from Pryluky Central City Hospital with Chief Paramedic Osinniy.

“They’ve cleared us to land in that field?”

“The farmer has approved our landing, and med-staff  should be waiting for us.”

Aline radioed Captain Henrika Visser in the Black Hawk.

“Hotel, instructions confirmed. Land beside Sierra, leaving a safe passage for medics. Over.”

“Understood Sierra. Over and out.”

HH-60M Black Hawk medevac training: https://www.mcconnell.af.mil/News/Photos/igphoto/2001504587/

As soon as they touched down, a team of nurses and doctors assisted the paramedics in unloading their patients. The Senior Doctor talked to Osinniy once they started moving the wounded towards the hospital.

“The details you radioed us have allowed us to prioritise the most critical injuries. I can’t believe some of the wounds. We see some when the city is bombed.”

“These are too typical of what we see from the front. Although, medevac by air is rare.”

The doctor looked surprised.

“This isn’t normal for you?

Osinniy shook her head and glanced back at the helicopters.

“It’s only my second air medevac, although both were with this squadron. I understand they responded to the missile strike on the Kyiv Children’s Hospital.”

“Faster than by road,” said the doctor. “I’ve heard the despicable Russians attack ambulances.”

“They’d probably have attacked us given the chance,” said Osinniy.

“If we didn’t have guardians in the air,” said Aline, helping with a stretcher. “Our attack helicopter had to destroy some drones when we crossed out of Russia.”

The doctor bowed his head in respect.

“So, these brave soldiers fought in Kursk. We’re proud to treat them.”

Osinniy and all the crew ensured every patient was in the best hands. Outside, the sun was setting as they returned to the two helicopters.

“Do you four paramedics need a lift back to Sumy Oblast,” asked Aline. “I can fly you all in Sierra.”

“I’m sure the others do,” said Osinniy. “I have some questions while we’re flying there.”

*

Once Aline and her crew were flying Sierra to Sumy, Osinniy approached them.

“How often does this squadron perform medevac duties?”

Aleks nodded to Cecilija to answer.

“The Black Hawk and another helicopter have responded a few times when requested. We could do more. For instance, normally, we would have responded to the Poltava disaster by offering help.”

“You’d be willing to do more, I suspect. Do you have many medics?”

 “Definitely… especially after these two incidents. We have three medics, although not enough. We now have a military-trained doctor. Are you suggesting something?”

Osinniy looked back at her three colleagues and waved them to the front.

“If we could promote your medevac emergency services, can we join your team, please?”

Cecilija looked at her crewmates.

“I’d say yes,” said Cecilija and Aleks nodded.

“It makes total sense,” said Aline. “However, I’m unsure if the squadron still needs me or if this helicopter needs to return to France. I’d love to stay and hope this NH90 Caïman remains with the Night Witches. Let’s return to Chayka Field and talk to everyone concerned about this offer.”

Aline was about to radio base when she remembered Tiger Bravo, who had agreed to meet halfway to Sumy.

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“Sierra to Bravo, we’re returning to base. Over.”

No answer. Aline tried again. Still no answer.

“Sierra to Chayka Field. Has Tiger Bravo returned or reported in? Over”

The crew could hear the Tower checking,

“Chayka Field to Sierra. There is no news on Tiger Bravo. We will keep trying. Over and out.”

Aleks turned to Aline and suggested she radio the Saab 340 AEW&Cs, as one of them would be flying the night patrol.

“Night Wings Sierra to Saab 340. Our Tiger Bravo is not responding to our calls. Has there been an incident involving them?”

“Saab 340 to Sierra. We haven’t been aware of Tiger Bravo since 16.00 when you entered Chernihiv Oblast — possible radio failure. Over.”

“Night Wings Sierra to Saab 340. Agree, so hopefully, Tiger Bravo returns safely. Over and out.”

Osinniy passed her phone to Aleks. There was a short message.

‘Pilot called Polina taken by road to Romny Hospital.’

**

Wednesday, September 4th – Sudzha, Kursk Oblast, Russia

Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz had been unable to sleep after receiving the anonymous text message.

‘Pilot calling herself Polina taken by road to Romny Hospital.’

He had tried to concentrate on ensuring the 80th Air Assault Brigade had a clear run to Rylsk. But maybe this wounded pilot could be his sister. The message said, ‘The pilot is calling herself Polina’. It was a hoax from the enemy designed to distract him from working to stop them.

So, Mykhail kept his unit moving up the road slowly, checking for mines and roadside devices until they met Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko and his Special Forces, who had secured the cross-country approaches.

“You took your time, Mykhail,” said his dark-haired friend, whitling a hunk of wood.

“We had to make the road safe for the fast transport.”

“Except our fast friends, like your sultry sister, flew everywhere.”

The mention of his sister triggered a mood swing, driven by the message. He punched the Marder twice and growled.

“ This damn war takes too many… friends… loved ones. Who is safe? Not Poltava beyond the frontlines. Not the brave sisters high above in metal coffins that explode as they plummet earthwards, lost forever, taken from us.”

Then a scream that sounded like ‘Poltava’.

As Mykhail threw himself from the Marder and then clawed at the ground, choking out tears,  Dasha Isakova ran from the crowd to him.

She wrapped her arms around him and then stroked his head, wiping his tears,

“You’re right to scream at this senseless war,” she whispered. “Especially if Polina is dead. But  I don’t believe she is any more than Nadia is.”

She looked up at Lukyan and raised her voice.

 “Lieutenant, please, help me get him inside, wherever he’s billeted.”

“Difficult as his brigade hasn’t been allocated anywhere yet. I can get his sergeant to sort that.”

“Please, do that, Lieutenant, and find someone else to help me carry him upstairs to my room. I can help him there. Call it a Russian’s favour to an invader.”

Surprised, he looked at her and said, “Srazu devushka,” addressing his agreement as if to a young Russian woman.

However, he ordered a soldier to assist Mykhail’s sergeant in finding billets for the soldiers while he helped the young woman.

Upstairs in her room, Lukyan switched back to Ukrainian as they laid Mykhail on the bed. He was still muttering about Polina but not raving. He was just staring at his phone.

“The message was it correct? Is she wounded… even dead? I must find out.”

“No, I will,” said Lukyan, taking the phone. “While you let Dasha calm you down, remember,” he said, grinning, ” no fraternising with Orcs… however cute they are out of uniform.”    

At the door, he turned and blew a kiss, then winked.

Once Lukyan left, Dasha sat beside Mykhail.

“Are you any calmer knowing your friend is checking the message?”

“As long as you’re here… with or without a uniform.” He stroked her blonde hair. “Why did you cut off your beautiful long hair?”

She ran her fingers through his buzz cut.

“To play the part of an Orc. But do I need a uniform or will skin do?”

She undid a button on her blouse.

“You’re trying to distract me, but it won’t work… until I know more about my sister.”

“I’ll wait my turn… like a good Orc.”

*

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Lukyan struggled to discover the message’s sender, but he managed to send an emergency request to Chayka Field for an update on Lieutenant Polina Moroz.  He justified the emergency as Mykhail was responsible for a Tank Company within the 80th Air Assault Brigade.

Twenty minutes later, he received a reply from Chayka Field.

“Lieutenant Polina Moroz and Sergeant Marusya Dudziarz returned safely two hours ago after Tiger Bravo suffered from a radio failure due to debris from a destroyed drone. Unfortunately, Master Sergeant Polina Melynk was taken to hospital wounded when her Gripen was hit by enemy fire. Slava Ukraini.”

Relieved but praying for the injured Gripen pilot, Lukyan returned to Mykhail and Dasha, hoping Mykhail hadn’t panicked again.

*

Mykhail was overjoyed that his sister Polina was alive and hugged Dasha. But he bit his lip, shaking.

“Do you know how Polina Melynk is doing? I hardly met her when she landed in Sudzha,” said Mykhail. ”Did either of you meet her at Chayka Field?’

Dasha and Lukyan both shook their heads.

“Even if none of us knew her,” said Lukyan. “Every life is precious, so if she dies after getting our wounded the best medical attention, that’s messed up; it’s one death too many. As you said, brother, ‘this damn war has taken too many.’ We must stop it somehow.”

Dasha pulled both men to her.

“When I find Nadia, we’ll do our bit. Just listen for Les ailes de la Phénix.”

“The wings of the Phoenix,” said Mykhail. “Phénix is Nadia’s codename, Dasha was telling me.” He noticed his friend’s smile. “We’ve been making plans for the future when there’s peace.”

“I better leave you to complete the arrangements tonight, then,” said Lukyan, walking to the door and leaving.

“I’m glad at least one of us has some hot French blood,” said Dasha, removing her blouse, showing how cute she was out of uniform.

“That has to be the best way to commence a passionate night.”

“Especially when our missions wrench us apart in a few hours.”

**

Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Sergeant Marusya Dudziarz wondered why her friend and pilot, Polina Moroz, had been called to see the Squadron Leaders again. They’d reported the damaged radio to the Majors, and Repairs were dealing with it and the broken antenna.

“Don’t worry, Marusya,” said Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk. “It can’t be serious, and the medevac meeting is tomorrow. We’re all glad you’re both alive.”

“Totally, it was a relief when you landed,” added Anhelina Tkachuk, who, like her cousin Olha,  had joined the Tiger Bravo pilots for an evening meal.

Quetzal rested her head on Marusya’s lap, her eyes comforting the concerned pilot. Then she looked away to the front of the restaurant, where Polina had returned, and her tail wags increased.

“Somebody senses I shouldn’t be worried about anything,” said Marusya.

“The Majors heard from my brother in Kurtz,” said Polina. “Some troublemakers tried to make him think I was critically wounded. He knows the truth now… and Dasha is helping him relax in the best way possible.”

“Trust a French woman to know what’s best,” said Marusya. “Guess he’ll worry about both of you now.”

**

Thursday, September 5th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Fassberg 2017 – NH90 Medevac: (Photo André BOUR – HELICOPASSION)
Interior of the cabin with the 2 medicalized positions

After the two Kursk missions, Lieutenant Aline Bonheur prayed this medevac meeting would resolve most of the issues concerning the squadron and her.

She had ensured the two Chayka Majors invited not only the crews of the three Medevac helicopters but also all the medical personnel and the crews of Tiger Bravo and Ruby Flight.

Kalyna Chayka opened the meeting by thanking all 22 participants for attending the 0700 meeting.

“We all have other duties to attend to later, but today, we must decide the future of our medevac service, which has been driven by events up until now.” She paused and then continued.

“First though, Master Sergeant Polina Melynk of Ruby Flight.  You will be pleased to hear she has woken from the coma caused when she crash-landed her Gripen in a field. However, the crash also left her with severe injuries. Romny Hospital can treat the most critical wounds, but for ongoing treatment, she needs to be moved to a dedicated facility in the West. Chief Paramedic Osinniy, this brings us to a crucial issue you raised with the recent Medevac personnel. Safe transportation of patients.”

Osinniy glanced around the room.

“For those who don’t know me, until recently, I was a senior paramedic with Hospitallers treating injured on the frontline and assisted in this squadron’s two medevac flights from Kursk. Until then, the wounded I helped were transported by road in any vehicles that could be ambulances. However, ambulances, even clearly marked as such, were frequently targeted by the Russians, flouting any semblance of humanity. There aren’t the military units to protect us, understandably. I also realise flying every wounded soldier out is impractical and risky, but sometimes lives can be saved.”

On cue, Ruslan Medved wheeled in Albina Koval from a side room and then let her speak.

“We were both wounded in Kursk and flown out to Sumy.  Ruslan, with a non-critical wound, was taken in a Hospitaller bus to Poltava, while I was flown and treated in time by Osinniy, with blood donated by Cecilija. Over the two Kursk medevacs, 40 severely wounded soldiers were speedily transported to hospital. How many lived, Osinniy?”   

“I’d like to say everyone,” said the paramedic. “The truth is all survived evacuation, even though some had lost limbs and all face long rehabilitation time. Sadly, four didn’t recover from their injuries after they reached the hospitals. However, by road, the chances of complications arising over the longer journey are far greater, placing a tougher burden on hospital staff. Is this squadron willing to offer a regular medevac service? My three colleagues beside me are willing to work with me to help you all in making this service  available and effective.”

Everyone agreed and started making suggestions.

Aline was relieved that the plans for a regular Medevac service were well received, but there were still issues to address.

“I agree that with three medevac helicopters, we could evacuate twenty-six patients from a stabilisation point: six each in the Griffon and the Black Hawk, fourteen in the modified NH90 Caïman. However, is the NH90 Caïman still the property of the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment of the French Army Light Aviation, or is it on loan to the Ukrainian Air Force until the end of the war?”

Vasy handed Kalyna a sheet of paper.

“This confirms the NH90 Caïman is for the use of this squadron as long as it’s needed, as is Lieutenant Aline Bonheur.”

“Which was part of my crewing question,” said Aline. “Also, I’m aware my two crewmates were originally assigned to other helicopters. Kapitan Aleks Górski to Alfa Tiger and Lieutenant Cecilija Lusk to Black Hawk Hotel. Personally, I would ask them to remain with Sierra, please.”

“I would be honoured to serve with you again,” said Aleks. “Nadia would want me to take her seat until she returns. By then,  Alfa Tiger might have a new crew.”

“My answer depends on whether Black Hawk can find a replacement,” said Cecilija. “Are there new recruits due?”

Black Hawk interior: https://www.businessinsider.com/us-army-black-hawk-helicopter-photos-tour-2018-3

“There might be more,” said Kalyna. “We certainly need a few so we’ll enquire. Meanwhile, Private Odrija Kalniņa is available as the Puszczyk is seldom required.”

“We would be pleased to welcome her aboard,” said Captain Henrika Visser. “If she is okay being a Chief and Gunner.”

With the three crews sorted, the majors moved on.

“Except in exceptional circumstances, we would be more effective evacuating the critically wounded from stabilisation points rather than from frontline areas such as Kursk. Osinniy, please explain the value we can bring.”

“The stabilisation points are invaluable for medics like our former colleagues with Hospitallers or those from similar groups like MOAS and the Awangarda volunteers. Once these brave medics extract the wounded from the battle, they bring them to stabilisation points within the so-called golden hour when the likelihood of medical and surgical intervention preventing death is highest. Doctors and paramedics attempt to keep the patients alive long enough for them to reach a hospital, racing at 130 kilometres per hour by road. As these journeys can be long and dangerous, we believe if we cooperate with these groups, some of the most critical patients could be flown from these points and get hospital treatment faster.”

Vasy nodded.

“Our last evacuation also proved the value of an armed escort. However, are Tigers or Gripens best for this role?

“Although Tiger Bravo’s radio was damaged,” said Lieutenant Polina Moroz. “We were able to destroy the drones chasing the medevacs by keeping pace with the copters. Three or four Tigers would be the best escort.”

“Our experience with four Gripens provided us with a challenge,” said Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko. “When Russian Sukhoi Su-30SMs threatened Sudzha and the departing medevacs, we intercepted and downed one Su-30SM. Unfortunately, Polina Melynk was hit by a drone in Ukraine airspace. Although we are faster than the medevacs, a Gripen Flight  adds an extra layer of air cover.”

Kalyna and Vasy recognised the agreement among all the participants.

“We can build on everything discussed if the key personnel liaise with each other and us, as well as their teams,” said Kalyna. Vasy and I will coordinate and produce a workable strategy.”

To ensure best access to patients, the CH-146 cabin is configured to cross-load stretchers. Chris Thatcher Photo. – RCAF trials forward air medevac in a CH-146 Griffon for Ex Maple Resolve: https://verticalmag.com/news/rcaf-trials-forward-air-medevac-in-a-ch-146-griffon-for-ex-maple-resolve/

Suddenly, the duty code talker, Nauja Tall Gull, ran in clutching a decoded message she handed to the Majors, who studied it.

“It’s from Maksym Bondarenko. He needs Aline Bonheur to go to Dęblin ASAP,” said Kalyna. “A special group from overseas flew into the base and requested a meeting with Lieutenant Bonheur and Kapitan Lysenko, unaware Nadia was MIA.”

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Slava Ukraini

Despite Challenges, Ukraine’s Combat Medics Notch Lifesaving Breakthroughs: https://www.rferl.org/a/ukraine-combat-medics-life-saving-breakthroughs/32695540.html

MOAS Saves Lives on the Frontline in Ukraine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOUoe_0_pQY&rco=1

MOAS:      Migrant Offshore Aid Station (MOAS)

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Freedom Flights: Episode 30 – Perilous Pursuits. Part 2.

This is Part Two of Episode 30 of Freedom Flights, which focuses on the rescue mission to Kursk. However, the search for Nadia may take several episodes. Please be patient.

Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes in preparing for just peace.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 30 – Perilous Pursuits

PART 2 – God Speed

NH90 TTH Caïman helicopter in the colors of the French ALAT (Light Aviation of the Army (Photo André BOUR)  https://www.helicopassion.com/fr/03/nh90-15.htm

Monday, September 2nd – Staging ground, Sumy Oblast, Ukraine

Once the NH90 Caïman landed and its doors slid open, Osinniy greeted Cecilija.

“I never expected to meet again… well, not like this. I heard Ruslan and Albina were recuperating with your squadron. How come?”

“His sister Tamila flies with us. In fact, she’s flying in our fighter escort, which will join us when we leave. First, we need to get your equipment on board. You know we’re using two helicopters, as twenty stretchers are too many for an armed NH90 Caïman?”

Cecilija led the paramedic into the aircraft and showed her the dozen stretchers awaiting equipment and patients.

“This is the normal medevac layout,” she explained as two helicopters arrived outside. “Our Black Hawk normally takes six stretchers, meaning we’re two short of Command’s requirements. We have loaded  two extra stretchers, but then there’s the weight problem on the return trip.”

“What about the third helicopter?” asked Osinniy when they returned outside.

“That’s one of our Tigers, an attack craft and extra defence in case we dispense with guns on the Black Hawk and Sierra. It’s one option depending on weight for the return leg.”

Aline joined them as Henrika emerged from the Black Hawk with Dasha.

“We better talk with the Commanding Officer,” said Aline. “Major Svitlana Heclyuk will need to discuss if the plan is unchanged. Of course, it has changed.”

The group met the Major and explained the extra helicopters, the two extra stretchers, and the weight issue.

“Couldn’t you leave any crew members?” asked Svitlana. “Then you could carry guns and dispense with the gunship.”

At this point, Polina and Marusya had walked over. The major registered Polina’s prosthetic foot… as had Osinniy.

“That was the first thought,” said Cecilija. “I’m the gunner and loadmaster on the NH90 Caïman. If you remember our last trip to Poltava, there were only 16 patients, 2 paramedics, equipment, no co-pilot, and no guns to make the weight. We’ve explored the options, and having a gunship is the safest way to protect twenty severely injured soldiers flying out of Kursk.”

“A gunship flown by a pilot with a prosthetic limb is safe?” asked Svitlana.

“One of our finest pilots and an ace goal scorer,” said Marusya.

Osinniy had bent down to inspect Polina’s leg politely.

“This is the best and most sophisticated prosthesis I’ve ever seen. No wonder she’s a brilliant all-rounder.”

*

Once Control cleared them for the dusk take-off, Aline took the lead in the NH90 Caïman, codenamed Sierra, followed by the Black Hawk Hotel piloted by Henrika and then Tiger Bravo with Polina. Her co-pilot, Marusya, was running a radar sweep, supplementing the data that Cecilija was collecting with the NH90 Caïman’s sensors.

Saab 340 AEWCS/S 100 B Argus in flight at the Swedish Armed Forces Airshow 2010. [Photo by Gnolam – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0]

A few 100 kilometres southwest in NATO Airspace, one of the two Saab 340 ASC 890s was flying at 6,100 metres and monitoring Ruby Flights’ four Gripen Cs.

“No Russian hostiles approaching your position. In one minute, you will be out of our radar’s range. Switch to Sierra’s detection and your own. Good hunting, Ruby. Over and out.”

Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko switched to night vision and dropped to 30 metres to cross the front line into Kursk. The three other Gripens followed her down.

“Ruby Leader to Sierra. We are closing in on you and ready to deal with Bears or Cubs. Over.”

“Sierra to Ruby. Take flank positions above Hotal Hawk. Follow the R200 to the landing zone west of Sudzha. Over.”

“Understood. Over and out.”

Adriana knew the R200 was the almost straight road from the frontier and an ideal runway for the Gripens if the surface had no bomb craters. All they needed was the night sky to stay clear or someone to put lights on the verges.

*

Gripen on Highway: A wonderful shot by Tim Jansson of JAS 39 #Gripen on a road base in #Sweden. Truck drivers getting a free airshow! Photo: http://jugg.se #avgeek

Sudzha, Kursk Oblast, Russia

Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz watched the seven approaching aircraft in his night vision binoculars. When they were within 1000 metres of the roundabout, he ordered his men to turn on the Marder’s lights, signalling the vehicles alongside the R200 to turn on their lights. Hopefully, the jet pilots would appreciate the runway.

The first required less distance to land than expected and then skillfully used the roundabout to clear the landing zone. It didn’t take the four jets long to land and position themselves on side roads. After refuelling them, volunteer mechanics covered them with camouflage netting before crossing to the helicopter area.

The lights had been killed, except those marking where the helicopters were landing. He leapt off the Marder and met the arrivals gradually gathering near the familiar NH90 Caïman. He was about to greet the crew when a pilot crept up behind him and spun him into a bear hug.

“Polina, nobody told me you were coming.”

“I had to check on my wayward brother. Glad to see you’re living up to your academy promise.”

“As you are, dearest sister.” He paused, noticing her bionic foot. “Even more so if you fly with that-“

“Prosthetic leg,” finished Marusya. “She even scores winning goals with a bicycle kick.”

 A medic ran up to him.

“Lieutenant, I took the liberty of assisting the air paramedics in loading the patients.”

 Mykhail followed the medic to the NH90 Caïman, where Osinniy, Cecilija, and Aline were checking the patients and equipment with another paramedic. He counted the fourteen stretchers, which were all full.

“How many more in the other helicopters?

“Six in the Black Hawk,” said Cecilija. “The third helicopter is the gunship flown by your sister and her co-pilot.”

“They can’t take any more wounded without being overweight,” said Osinniy. “Leaving any crew behind makes no sense.”

Dasha coughed. “Except me. I’m Dasha Isakova, the operative who needs to find Kapitan Nadia Lukyan, who was left last trip. But we can’t leave anyone else.”

“Okay,” said Mykhail. “Let’s check the Black Hawk.

 Dasha, Cecilija, Aline, Osinniy, and the medic followed him to the second medevac. Henrika and her co-pilot, Beitris, had ensured their two paramedics had all six patients settled.  

One paramedic turned to Osinniy.

“We’ve discussed our patients and have compiled notes on the most urgent cases for our arrival at Poltava Regional Hospital, whom we will warn when in safer airspace. We’re ready to leave when you are.”

“A good move, informing the hospital ahead of arriving. We both need to warn Poltava. Can we all leave soon, Lieutenant?”

“Immediately I receive clearance,” said Mykhail, climbing out of the Black Hawk.

Outside, Polina was waiting with Tamila Medved, who introduced herself to Osinniy.

“I’m Ruslan’s sister, and although you didn’t treat him in flight, you gave his partner, Albina, a life-saving transfusion. Many thanks, as they’re a great couple.”

“It was Cecilija’s blood… a team effort. Send the couple my congratulations and blessings.”

Air raid sirens blared across Sudzha, and people hurried to the shelters.

“It’s another attack launched from Khalino air base to the northeast,” said Mykhail as he directed his troops to aid the helicopters to leave. He turned to Aline. “If your three copters can take off now and follow the R200 into Ukraine, our artillery will buy you time.”

As Tamila ran back to the Gripens, she shouted, “We’ll surprise these Russians. They believe UAF aircraft won’t operate in Kursk. Too dangerous.”

He followed her.

A Sukhoi Su-30SM flying from Khalino air base in Kursk. Wikimedia Commons

“Beware, these Sukhoi Su-30SM are super agile. They regularly drop KAB glide bombs towards the city, ignoring that they’re killing their own people. Strike fast and dart away.’

The other Gripens were lined up facing southwest down the road home. Tamila was climbing into her jet when Dasha shouted.

“Listen for Ailes de Phénix.”

She nodded, knowing the words were important and must be remembered by every Night Witch. In the far distance, the three helicopters were disappearing towards the border pursued by drones.

Then, the flight took off one by one, and it was her turn. As they banked to the west, she radioed Adriana on the squadron’s scrambled frequency.

“Ruby Leader, the Russian attack is by Sukhoi Su-30SMs from the northeast, carrying KAB glide bombs, range 25 miles so vulnerable to surprise ambush. Meadow, over.”

“Agreed, Meadow. Ruby Flight, grasscutter approach. Intercept each Orc before the bomb drops. Use all four Meteors, then break southwards at Mach 2, hedgehopping. Over and out.”

The flight skirted Sudzha, heading north as low as possible before heading east on an intercept course.

“Ruby Flight. Orcs are attempting to scan our unfamiliar IDs. Now they’re changing heading to investigate. Prepare to fire Meteors when in range. If they fire first, activate countermeasures.”

Fortunately, the Russians were confused long enough for all four Gripens to fire their missiles. But then the enemy launched their own missiles, so the Gripens activated countermeasures.

“Break south. Oxen and Polar follow Meadow through city defences.”

 Tamila knew Mykhail would ensure his forces didn’t target Gripens, only Sukhoi Su-30SMs. But she had to repeat the operative’s message.

“Dasha told me we must all ‘Listen for Ailes de Phénix’. Perhaps when they come back.”

Nobody answered, so she kept heading southwest. Behind her, she heard a distant explosion. Adriana? Had someone mistaken a Gripen for an Orc?

“Ruby Flight. Callsigns, please? Rain here, over.”

“Oxen, over.”

“Polar, over.”

Tamila was relieved and said, “Meadow, over.”

“Rain, thanks. Keep heading home. Over and out.”

The flight kept heading to the border. Suddenly, a voice called on the radio.

“Mykhail here. You destroyed one Sukhoi Su-30, but drones have been launched from the Khalino air base. God speed.”

**

Tuesday, September 3rd – Front Line, Sumy Oblast, Ukraine

Aline crossed out of Kursk Oblast, and Cecilija confirmed that Polina and Marusya had destroyed the pursuing drones with Tiger Bravo’s armaments. Aleks radioed ahead to Poltava, giving their ETA, but their response shocked her.

“We’re dealing with a major emergency, which is swamping all hospital resources. You’ll need to find another facility.”

Cecilija waved Osinniy over.

“What happened?” asked Aleks.

“Two Russian missiles hit our military communications institute with devastating results. Dozens of injured are being pulled from the rubble. Dead too. Sorry, we can’t help your injured anymore.”

Osinniy dropped her head.

“Poltava is far from the war’s frontlines. This is crazy.” She looked at the digital map. “We could try Pryluky in Chernihiv Oblast.”

Aftermath of deadly Russian missile attack on Poltava military institute – video

Slava Ukrayini

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Ukraine military faces questions as the country mourns Poltava dead: https://www.theguardian.com/world/article/2024/sep/06/drones-russia-poltava-airstrikes

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Freedom Flights: Episode 30 – Perilous Pursuits. Part 1.

This is Part One of Episode 30 of Freedom Flights. This episode sets up the rescue mission to Kursk in Part Two but deals with injuries that need to be addressed.

Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes in preparing for the just peace.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 30 – Perilous Pursuits

2024

Thursday, August 29th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

As dusk settled over Chayka Field, a flight of four unexpected jets approached the base. The controller, new to the squadron, challenged them.

“Unknown flight, please identify, this a training establishment. Over.”

“This is Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko previously of Blue Flight. We left our MiG-29s in Dęblin for repairs and are returning with Gripen Cs. Our call sign is now Ruby Flight; sorry for the confusion. Over.”

“Apologies for the oversight. Permission granted. Please land on Dispersed runway A. Over and out.”

Adriana led this first flight of Gripens back from Dęblin after sixteen gruelling hours of combat training. Major Ottillia Elmersson and Kapten Pernilla Eklund were keen to increase the time the four pilots got in the air, especially in the two Gripen Es. However, they had to rotate until they had four of this latest variant.

“I pray Alfhild is successful,” said Adriana on the radio to her first wing sister, Master Sergeant Oksana Shevchenko.

“She gives me confidence, and our trainers believe in her.’

Colonel Alfhild Falkborg returned to Sweden on Wednesday determined to obtain at least two more Gripen Es. She intended to talk to all her government, Swedish Air Force, and Saab contacts until she had equipped the Night Witches as the first Ukrainian Gripen squadron with as many Es as possible. Representatives of the Swedish Defence Industry were already in negotiations with Ukrainian businesses.

In the meantime, a select team of six mechanics had trained in Sweden on both Gripen variants, logistics, and the custom-made Saab smart support solution for maintenance. The six maintainers with the Saab-suppled equipment were waiting for the four Gripen Cs and directed the jets into their revetments for refuelling and overhaul.

Adriana turned to Senior Master Sergeant Anhelina Janda, who headed the Saab-trained team.

“You must be pleased to see Gripens in Ukraine finally?”

“It’s been a long wait. Worthwhile if we get to see them used in combat. We will train all the mechanics now that the whole squadron’s transitioning to Gripens.”

The Gripen E is among three fighter jets contending to replace the Royal Canadian Air Force fleet of CF-188 Hornets. Saab Photo

Adriana pointed to where excavations were almost finished.

“Are those going to be the new hardened aircraft shelters?”

“Reinforced underground hangers,” said Anhelina. “Eventually, for the whole squadron it seems.  See you later in the canteen.”

Adriana led her three companions into the main building, where they changed out of their flying gear in the locker room before heading into the canteen.

“Usual drinks?” asked Master Sergeant Polina Melynk, who had been promoted at the same time as Oksana.

They all nodded and found a table.

Kapitan Maryna Sobol and Lieutenant Katia Antonov joined them.

“The new elite returns,” said Maryna, smiling. “We knew our Polina had been selected to fly Gripen Es, but not Zlata. We feel left out.” She nudged Katia.

“Major Kalyna is the fourth, not me,” said Private Zlata Kovalchuk. “I’m still flying the two-seater, not solo, as I need more hours… like most of us. I went to Dęblin to bring a Gripen C back.”

“And the training,” said Adriana. “It could be you, Maryna, next time… if you buy a round.”

*

  At another table, Doctor Sacha Proulx and medic First Lieutenant Estera Sówka sat with Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk and Lieutenant Polina Moroz, discussing prosthetics with Olha’s vital family support, Anhelina Tkachuk and her husky Quetzal.

“I’ve examined you both thoroughly,” said Sacha. ‘you’re both 100% ready for your new prostheses. Estera has done everything your residual limb needed, Olha, and you are making all the right mental adjustments.”

“Having a friend like Polina who knows exactly what I’m dealing with is an enormous advantage,” said Olha. Quetzal put her head on Olha’s knee. “Not forgetting my cousin Anhelina and Quetzal, by my side whenever a shoulder… or furry paw is needed.”

As they all laughed, Adriana Pavlenko came over. “Who’s going to Superhumans tomorrow? Another road trip, I presume.”

“We were offered a helicopter,” said Estera. “But we all felt military needs came first.”

“Although, ensuring pilots recover is a military necessity,” said Sacha. “I have patients here, Ruslan and Albina, but the medics can cope for a day while I discover what the prosthetists recommend for their patients.”

  Adriana smiled. “I guess a sixth would be a squeeze with five and a dog in the Toyota already.” She let them agree before adding, “Anyway, I’ve got another Gripen training session arranged for tomorrow with Maryna, Tamila, and Anzhela.”

“Don’t forget to ask about our access to a Gripen Mission Trainer simulator,” asked Olha. “I need to learn to fly a Gripen E.”

“I will,” said Adriana. “If they installed one at Dęblin, Poland might choose more Gripens over American-built jets.”

“The simulator would be safer in Poland than here,” said Polina. “Even if we’re a long way from the front, Russia targets all of Ukraine, so nowhere is safe yet.”

“We need to keep fighting.” Adriana stood up. “Good luck at Superhumans tomorrow. We need both of you ace pilots.”

“Every pilot is valuable now,” said Sacha. “It was a tragedy when Colonel Oleksiy “Moonfish” Mes, one of Ukraine’s best pilots, was lost on Monday defending us all. He was a hero who must never be forgotten. We must remember we are all mortal.”

“Slava Ukrayini,” resounded across the canteen.

**

Saturday, August 31st – Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Aleks, Aline and Dasha peered into the cavernous restaurant, wondering where Tamila and her brother were sitting.

“Who are you joining tonight?” asked Sergei. “Another good turnout for movie night. I hope we’ve chosen a good film.”

“You always do,” said Aleks. “We’re joining Tamila and Ruslan Medved’s group.”

“They’re with our other brave patients, Olha Tkachuk and Polina Moroz.”

“Don’t forget Albina then,” said Aline. “We hope she’ll be out of her wheelchair soon with Doctor Sacha’s help.”

Sergei directed them to a long table ideally positioned for the ceiling-mounted screen.

Seats had been saved in the centre of the group, which also included Estera, Adriana, Anhelina, and Quetzal, who was hiding under the table.

  “She’ll emerge for any forbidden scraps,” said Anhelina. “And if she approves of the movie.”

“Does she bark her approval?” asked Dasha.

Almost everyone laughed.

“They remember her howling when the other K9s barked at the end of ‘Megan Leavey’, last month’s movie,” said Estera. “The movie did demonstrate the value of K9s.”

“Are these showings a regular event?” asked Albina. “It could be seen as a luxury.”

“Some of our guys were here for the last one and wondered the same thing,” replied Ruslan. “Yes, they are regular, but they help bond this sisterhood, giving them the strength to suffer casualties and losses but keep flying into danger.”

“It’s why some are planning to fly back to Kursk,” said Vasy, who was standing behind Aline. “The plan might be risky, but the authorities have approved it… with conditions. If those of you involved come to the Squadron Command Centre after the movie, Kalyna and I will update you.”

Vasy tapped Adriana on the shoulder.

“Please attend the meeting with Polina. We need your input.”

Nobody noticed when Vasy sat down with Henrika Visser and her Black Hawk crew for the meal.

When everyone moved onto the coffee stage, Mariyka Shevchuk introduced the evening’s film from under the screen.

“This evening’s movie is ‘Amelia’, the 2009 biographical film about the legendary aviation pioneer Amelia Earhart. The film stars Hilary Swank as Earhart and co-stars Richard Gere, Ewan McGregor, Christopher Eccleston and Joe Anderson. The film was directed by Mira Nair and based on The Sound of Wings by Mary S. Lovell. The film had mixed reviews, yet for a squadron of women pilots, Amelia Earhart inspired thousands of women aviators, perhaps even some of the original Night Witches. I hope you are all inspired.”

The lights dimmed, and the movie rolled.

Theatrical poster for  Amelia , Copyright © 2009 by Fox Searchlight Pictures. All Rights Reserved.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelia_(film) ]

Applause at the end of the film changed into numerous discussions.

“Amelia Earhart was certainly the most famous woman pilot of her time,” said Aline. “There are so many theories about her disappearance from capture by the Japanese to alien abduction. She also turned up in a Star Trek Voyager episode with her Lockheed Electra.”

“Fun but unlikely since her plane might have been discovered,” said Aleks. “In January, Deep Sea Vision, an ocean exploration company based in South Carolina, announced it captured compelling sonar images of what could be Earhart’s Electra at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.”

“How compelling?” asked Aline. “Someone will attempt to disprove it. However, we must get to our crucial exploration meeting.”

*

Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

When Adriana and Polina sat at the table in the Centre, people were still drifting in.

“Any idea why we’re invited to this meeting,” asked Adriana. “All Vasy said was that she and Kalyna needed our input. Seems others are providing that too.”

“I had mentioned that my leg made me an unlikely spy. But that was before Dasha appeared… a real operative.”

“That reminds me, how are you and Olha adapting to your new prosthetics?”

“They’re both doing amazingly,” said Sacha as he sat beside Polina. “Our pilot here seems to have found she has more control of her helicopter. Olha has more dexterity and is looking forward to using the Gripen simulator when it arrives at Dęblin.”

“I’m hoping Alfhild can weave her magic,” said Adriana as her Senior Master Sergeant, Anhelina Janda, joined her.

“Any idea why I’m here?” asked Anhelina Janda. “Our  Gripens?”

“Likely… but don’t ask why?”

The room had filled up in the meantime, and Vasy closed the door.

Kalyna switched on a projection of the map Dasha had produced.

“As you all have registered who is at this mission update, you must realise the rescue of Kapitan Nadia Lysenko has become far more complex. Colonel Maksym Bondarenko has appealed to his superiors that Nadia is a key member of the squadron’s helicopter brigade, essential to our covert operations. Zoo Sécurité has also interceded on Nadia’s behalf. We can fly Dasha Isakova into Kursk, but there are conditions.”

Whispers and animated gestures rippled around the room.

“However, Vasy and I believe we can meet those conditions using this squadron’s unique resources. I’ll let her explain.”

Vasy projected a photo of their NH90 Caïman, codenamed Sierra, beside the map.

NH90 TTH Caïman helicopter in the colors of the French ALAT (Light Aviation of the Army (Photo André BOUR)  https://www.helicopassion.com/fr/03/nh90-15.htm

“When Aline and Cecilija brought Sierra back from Kursk, they brought 20 wounded out to receive medical attention, although an NH90 Caïman is only designed for 12 medevac stretchers. This time, we are being asked to repeat the feat with two paramedics and equipment as were used on the trip from Sumy to Poltava.”

There were murmurs and cries of ‘impossible’.

Cecilija stood up and shook her head.

“We only had eighteen patients and had discarded our miniguns by then. I’m not abandoning anyone else in Russia.”

“We’re not doing that,” said Vasy. “Captain Henrika Visser.”

Henrika nodded and spoke, “My crew and I agree with Cecilija. As one of our chiefs, she’s proved an experienced loadmaster. To medevac twenty wounded with paramedics and equipment safely, let’s use the NH90 Caïman and our Black Hawk.”

Everyone agreed although Kalyna raised another condition.

“Command doesn’t want the wrong impression to be made. The emphasis must be medical, nor must any other military unit be involved.”

“Like Special Forces?” asked Ruslan. “Except as wounded, of course.”

“Exactly,” said Vasy. “However, if our vulnerable helicopters are flying into a volatile war zone without assistance, we must supply our own fighter escort this time. Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko, how viable is Ruby Flight?”

Polina whispered to Adriana, and they stood up together.  

“Only three of the Gripen flight are combat ready, and Senior Master Sergeant Anhelina Janda will agree four are flight ready.” Anhelina smiled and then nodded.

Polina added, “I believe, as Nadia proved, that a Tiger is a dependable attack aircraft as well… if the majors agree.”

Kalyna and Vasy quietly conferred in a corner.

Then Kalyna said, “We believe you have created a near-perfect plan, which we all can iron out for command to agree on.”

**

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[Amelia Earhart’s long-lost plane possibly spotted in the Pacific by exploration team: https://www.npr.org/2024/01/29/1227574179/amelia-earharts-lost-plane-howland-island]

[Star Trek Voyager – Th 37s: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_37%27s]

Freedom Flights: Episode 30 – Perilous Pursuits

This is Part One of Episode 30 of Freedom Flights. This episode sets up the rescue mission to Kursk in Part Two but deals with injuries that need to be addressed.

Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes in preparing for the just peace.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 30 – Perilous Pursuits

2024

Thursday, August 29th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

As dusk settled over Chayka Field, a flight of four unexpected jets approached the base. The controller, new to the squadron, challenged them.

“Unknown flight, please identify, this a training establishment. Over.”

“This is Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko previously of Blue Flight. We left our MiG-29s in Dęblin for repairs and are returning with Gripen Cs. Our call sign is now Ruby Flight; sorry for the confusion. Over.”

“Apologies for the oversight. Permission granted. Please land on Dispersed runway A. Over and out.”

Adriana led this first flight of Gripens back from Dęblin after sixteen gruelling hours of combat training. Major Ottillia Elmersson and Kapten Pernilla Eklund were keen to increase the time the four pilots got in the air, especially in the two Gripen Es. However, they had to rotate until they had four of this latest variant.

“I pray Alfhild is successful,” said Adriana on the radio to her first wing sister, Master Sergeant Oksana Shevchenko.

“She gives me confidence, and our trainers believe in her.’

Colonel Alfhild Falkborg returned to Sweden on Wednesday determined to obtain at least two more Gripen Es. She intended to talk to all her government, Swedish Air Force, and Saab contacts until she had equipped the Night Witches as the first Ukrainian Gripen squadron with as many Es as possible. Representatives of the Swedish Defence Industry were already in negotiations with Ukrainian businesses.

In the meantime, a select team of six mechanics had trained in Sweden on both Gripen variants, logistics, and the custom-made Saab smart support solution for maintenance. The six maintainers with the Saab-suppled equipment were waiting for the four Gripen Cs and directed the jets into their revetments for refuelling and overhaul.

Adriana turned to Senior Master Sergeant Anhelina Janda, who headed the Saab-trained team.

“You must be pleased to see Gripens in Ukraine finally?”

“It’s been a long wait. Worthwhile if we get to see them used in combat. We will train all the mechanics now that the whole squadron’s transitioning to Gripens.”

The Gripen E is among three fighter jets contending to replace the Royal Canadian Air Force fleet of CF-188 Hornets. Saab Photo

Adriana pointed to where excavations were almost finished.

“Are those going to be the new hardened aircraft shelters?”

“Reinforced underground hangers,” said Anhelina. “Eventually, for the whole squadron it seems.  See you later in the canteen.”

Adriana led her three companions into the main building, where they changed out of their flying gear in the locker room before heading into the canteen.

“Usual drinks?” asked Master Sergeant Polina Melynk, who had been promoted at the same time as Oksana.

They all nodded and found a table.

Kapitan Maryna Sobol and Lieutenant Katia Antonov joined them.

“The new elite returns,” said Maryna, smiling. “We knew our Polina had been selected to fly Gripen Es, but not Zlata. We feel left out.” She nudged Katia.

“Major Kalyna is the fourth, not me,” said Private Zlata Kovalchuk. “I’m still flying the two-seater, not solo, as I need more hours… like most of us. I went to Dęblin to bring a Gripen C back.”

“And the training,” said Adriana. “It could be you, Maryna, next time… if you buy a round.”

*

  At another table, Doctor Sacha Proulx and medic First Lieutenant Estera Sówka sat with Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk and Lieutenant Polina Moroz, discussing prosthetics with Olha’s vital family support, Anhelina Tkachuk and her husky Quetzal.

“I’ve examined you both thoroughly,” said Sacha. ‘you’re both 100% ready for your new prostheses. Estera has done everything your residual limb needed, Olha, and you are making all the right mental adjustments.”

“Having a friend like Polina who knows exactly what I’m dealing with is an enormous advantage,” said Olha. Quetzal put her head on Olha’s knee. “Not forgetting my cousin Anhelina and Quetzal, by my side whenever a shoulder… or furry paw is needed.”

As they all laughed, Adriana Pavlenko came over. “Who’s going to Superhumans tomorrow? Another road trip, I presume.”

“We were offered a helicopter,” said Estera. “But we all felt military needs came first.”

“Although, ensuring pilots recover is a military necessity,” said Sacha. “I have patients here, Ruslan and Albina, but the medics can cope for a day while I discover what the prosthetists recommend for their patients.”

  Adriana smiled. “I guess a sixth would be a squeeze with five and a dog in the Toyota already.” She let them agree before adding, “Anyway, I’ve got another Gripen training session arranged for tomorrow with Maryna, Tamila, and Anzhela.”

“Don’t forget to ask about our access to a Gripen Mission Trainer simulator,” asked Olha. “I need to learn to fly a Gripen E.”

“I will,” said Adriana. “If they installed one at Dęblin, Poland might choose more Gripens over American-built jets.”

“The simulator would be safer in Poland than here,” said Polina. “Even if we’re a long way from the front, Russia targets all of Ukraine, so nowhere is safe yet.”

“We need to keep fighting.” Adriana stood up. “Good luck at Superhumans tomorrow. We need both of you ace pilots.”

“Every pilot is valuable now,” said Sacha. “It was a tragedy when Colonel Oleksiy “Moonfish” Mes, one of Ukraine’s best pilots, was lost on Monday defending us all. He was a hero who must never be forgotten. We must remember we are all mortal.”

“Slava Ukrayini,” resounded across the canteen.

**

Saturday, August 31st – Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Aleks, Aline and Dasha peered into the cavernous restaurant, wondering where Tamila and her brother were sitting.

“Who are you joining tonight?” asked Sergei. “Another good turnout for movie night. I hope we’ve chosen a good film.”

“You always do,” said Aleks. “We’re joining Tamila and Ruslan Medved’s group.”

“They’re with our other brave patients, Olha Tkachuk and Polina Moroz.”

“Don’t forget Albina then,” said Aline. “We hope she’ll be out of her wheelchair soon with Doctor Sacha’s help.”

Sergei directed them to a long table ideally positioned for the ceiling-mounted screen.

Seats had been saved in the centre of the group, which also included Estera, Adriana, Anhelina, and Quetzal, who was hiding under the table.

  “She’ll emerge for any forbidden scraps,” said Anhelina. “And if she approves of the movie.”

“Does she bark her approval?” asked Dasha.

Almost everyone laughed.

“They remember her howling when the other K9s barked at the end of ‘Megan Leavey’, last month’s movie,” said Estera. “The movie did demonstrate the value of K9s.”

“Are these showings a regular event?” asked Albina. “It could be seen as a luxury.”

“Some of our guys were here for the last one and wondered the same thing,” replied Ruslan. “Yes, they are regular, but they help bond this sisterhood, giving them the strength to suffer casualties and losses but keep flying into danger.”

“It’s why some are planning to fly back to Kursk,” said Vasy, who was standing behind Aline. “The plan might be risky, but the authorities have approved it… with conditions. If those of you involved come to the Squadron Command Centre after the movie, Kalyna and I will update you.”

Vasy tapped Adriana on the shoulder.

“Please attend the meeting with Polina. We need your input.”

Nobody noticed when Vasy sat down with Henrika Visser and her Black Hawk crew for the meal.

When everyone moved onto the coffee stage, Mariyka Shevchuk introduced the evening’s film from under the screen.

“This evening’s movie is ‘Amelia’, the 2009 biographical film about the legendary aviation pioneer Amelia Earhart. The film stars Hilary Swank as Earhart and co-stars Richard Gere, Ewan McGregor, Christopher Eccleston and Joe Anderson. The film was directed by Mira Nair and based on The Sound of Wings by Mary S. Lovell. The film had mixed reviews, yet for a squadron of women pilots, Amelia Earhart inspired thousands of women aviators, perhaps even some of the original Night Witches. I hope you are all inspired.”

The lights dimmed, and the movie rolled.

Theatrical poster for  Amelia , Copyright © 2009 by Fox Searchlight Pictures. All Rights Reserved.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelia_(film) ]

Applause at the end of the film changed into numerous discussions.

“Amelia Earhart was certainly the most famous woman pilot of her time,” said Aline. “There are so many theories about her disappearance from capture by the Japanese to alien abduction. She also turned up in a Star Trek Voyager episode with her Lockheed Electra.”

“Fun but unlikely since her plane might have been discovered,” said Aleks. “In January, Deep Sea Vision, an ocean exploration company based in South Carolina, announced it captured compelling sonar images of what could be Earhart’s Electra at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.”

“How compelling?” asked Aline. “Someone will attempt to disprove it. However, we must get to our crucial exploration meeting.”

*

Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

When Adriana and Polina sat at the table in the Centre, people were still drifting in.

“Any idea why we’re invited to this meeting,” asked Adriana. “All Vasy said was that she and Kalyna needed our input. Seems others are providing that too.”

“I had mentioned that my leg made me an unlikely spy. But that was before Dasha appeared… a real operative.”

“That reminds me, how are you and Olha adapting to your new prosthetics?”

“They’re both doing amazingly,” said Sacha as he sat beside Polina. “Our pilot here seems to have found she has more control of her helicopter. Olha has more dexterity and is looking forward to using the Gripen simulator when it arrives at Dęblin.”

“I’m hoping Alfhild can weave her magic,” said Adriana as her Senior Master Sergeant, Anhelina Janda, joined her.

“Any idea why I’m here?” asked Anhelina Janda. “Our  Gripens?”

“Likely… but don’t ask why?”

The room had filled up in the meantime, and Vasy closed the door.

Kalyna switched on a projection of the map Dasha had produced.

“As you all have registered who is at this mission update, you must realise the rescue of Kapitan Nadia Lysenko has become far more complex. Colonel Maksym Bondarenko has appealed to his superiors that Nadia is a key member of the squadron’s helicopter brigade, essential to our covert operations. Zoo Sécurité has also interceded on Nadia’s behalf. We can fly Dasha Isakova into Kursk, but there are conditions.”

Whispers and animated gestures rippled around the room.

“However, Vasy and I believe we can meet those conditions using this squadron’s unique resources. I’ll let her explain.”

Vasy projected a photo of their NH90 Caïman, codenamed Sierra, beside the map.

NH90 TTH Caïman helicopter in the colors of the French ALAT (Light Aviation of the Army (Photo André BOUR)  https://www.helicopassion.com/fr/03/nh90-15.htm

“When Aline and Cecilija brought Sierra back from Kursk, they brought 20 wounded out to receive medical attention, although an NH90 Caïman is only designed for 12 medevac stretchers. This time, we are being asked to repeat the feat with two paramedics and equipment as were used on the trip from Sumy to Poltava.”

There were murmurs and cries of ‘impossible’.

Cecilija stood up and shook her head.

“We only had eighteen patients and had discarded our miniguns by then. I’m not abandoning anyone else in Russia.”

“We’re not doing that,” said Vasy. “Captain Henrika Visser.”

Henrika nodded and spoke, “My crew and I agree with Cecilija. As one of our chiefs, she’s proved an experienced loadmaster. To medevac twenty wounded with paramedics and equipment safely, let’s use the NH90 Caïman and our Black Hawk.”

Everyone agreed although Kalyna raised another condition.

“Command doesn’t want the wrong impression to be made. The emphasis must be medical, nor must any other military unit be involved.”

“Like Special Forces?” asked Ruslan. “Except as wounded, of course.”

“Exactly,” said Vasy. “However, if our vulnerable helicopters are flying into a volatile war zone without assistance, we must supply our own fighter escort this time. Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko, how viable is Ruby Flight?”

Polina whispered to Adriana, and they stood up together.  

“Only three of the Gripen flight are combat ready, and Senior Master Sergeant Anhelina Janda will agree four are flight ready.” Anhelina smiled and then nodded.

Polina added, “I believe, as Nadia proved, that a Tiger is a dependable attack aircraft as well… if the majors agree.”

Kalyna and Vasy quietly conferred in a corner.

Then Kalyna said, “We believe you have created a near-perfect plan, which we all can iron out for command to agree on.”

**

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[Amelia Earhart’s long-lost plane possibly spotted in the Pacific by exploration team: https://www.npr.org/2024/01/29/1227574179/amelia-earharts-lost-plane-howland-island]

[Star Trek Voyager – Th 37s: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_37%27s]

Nadolig Llawen

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Nadolig Llawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda i chi i gyd!

This means ‘Happy Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all‘ in Welsh, as my heart is still there even though I’m an Anglo-Chilean now living in the USA…. seven hours behind Wales or anywhere in the UK.

I should have posted this some days ago, but I’ve been trying to finish the next episode of ‘Freedom Flights’, which might appear later this week.

Instead, here’s a Ukrainian seasonal greeting.

Вітаю вас з Новим роком і Різдвом!

This means ‘Congratulations to you on New Year and Christmas!’

If you wish to see more graphics and learn more festive Ukrainian phrases, visit: https://www.ukrainianlessons.com/merry-christmas-in-ukrainian/

Freedom Flights: Episode 29 – Changed Fortunes

This is Episode 29 of Freedom Flights. This episode continues with events that began in the last episode, the first engagements with F-16s and the consequences.

Since the Kursk is ongoing, I must return to Kursk not least to resolve the MIA character. However, the Witches will be able to use other NATO jets in their arsenal, and there are injuries to address.

Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 29 – Changed Fortunes

2024

Wednesday, August 7th – Staging ground, Sumy Oblast, Ukraine

NH90 TTH Caïman helicopter in the colors of the French ALAT (Light Aviation of the Army (Photo André BOUR)  https://www.helicopassion.com/fr/03/nh90-15.htm

Lieutenant Aline Bonheur had mixed feelings as she landed Sierra back in Ukraine. The twenty severely wounded patients needed urgent treatment, more than the staging area paramedics could give immediately. Yet they could do something while the NH90 Caïman was being refuelled for the flight to a fully equipped hospital.

As soon as she touched down, Lieutenant Cecilija Lusk opened the sliding doors to allow the volunteer Hospitallers paramedic team on board to treat everyone they could. Aline jumped out to talk to the area’s female commanding officer, saluting first.

“Morning, Major. I know the paramedics must determine the severity first, but is any facility already expecting these injured soldiers?”

“Poltava Regional Hospital is alerted to your medevac flight. First, these Hospitallers medical battalion paramedics will assess whether anyone can be treated here. Second, they intend to send two paramedics with equipment on your helicopter to continue treatment during the flight.”

“That would be invaluable, although I’ve already abandoned my co-pilot in Kursk so all twenty patients could be evacuated. We could remove our miniguns, but weight could still be an issue.”

Cecilija came over as Aline was discussing this issue with the commander.

“I’ve just said that to the lead paramedic. He’s saying two soldiers can be treated at the field hospital here, and another couple, including Ruslan, would be okay to travel in their ambulance to Poltava. That would resolve the weight problem.” Cecilija hesitated and then continued, “What’s happening to rescue Nadia… our sister pilot?”

“I’m waiting for orders,” said the commander. “There will be vehicles coming back from Kursk, but you are the first. I’m sure your friend will get back. Safe flight to Poltava. At least it’s away from the front.”  

With four fewer patients and the miniguns removed, the necessary medical equipment for the remainder of the patients was installed. Two paramedics remained in Sierra to monitor the sixteen most injured soldiers including Albina. She had agreed her Alligator would be safe with the commander in Sumy.

When the NH90 took off, Cecilija sat beside Aline, checking instruments but aware of whose seat she was in.

“When will Nadia get back, or should we go back for her?”

“I know how resourceful Nadia is. She’ll be back.”

One of the paramedics, Osinniy, heard the exchange.

“Some of the soldiers knew her and were grateful for her decision to stay. As one of our colleagues said, ‘We treat every life with dignity. Every person matters to us.’ It must have done to her.”

Aline nodded. “Something like that, Nadia and I learnt a great deal about mutual support from the French special forces we flew into war zones. Nadia is a survivor.”

As Osinniy left to check on a patient, Cecilija asked Aline about their friend.

“Didn’t she get the French call sign ‘Phénix’ from them?” asked Cecilija.

“Yes, while working for a security company created by ex-special forces. They had a reason for giving her that. The Phoenix is reborn from the flames.”

Although they still worried about the injured soldiers, the paramedics and their medical equipment reduced the sense of inadequacy flying out of Russia. Their skill might ensure their patients would reach the hospital in time.

Osinniy rushed up.

“Cecilija, do you know your blood type? There’s a patient losing blood too fast.”

“O-negative, rare, but I’m always encouraged to donate and do willingly.”

Osinniy took her hand and led her down the line of stretchers as she talked.

“O-negative is one of the invaluable types of blood and rarest. Your red blood cells can be transfused into people with any blood type. Like this soldier.”

“Albina!” said Cecilija, looking down at the sniper. “Is it really bad?”

“It was until you offered your blood. She’s A-negative but lost blood over time from wounds up her left side.” Osinniy was attaching tubes for a direct transfer as she talked. “They looked like a machine gun burst from the rear.”

“She’s a sniper who defended our landing site until a drone spotted her. We used a capture-drone to disable it, but the Russians pursued her, shooting as she tried to reach us. A fellow special forces guy lifted her into here.”

“And the enemy?”

Cecilija hesitated before saying, “We took off and… I had to strafe them.”

Osinniy nodded. “If you hadn’t, they would have shot this helicopter down. Then these soldiers would have been left dying in Russia.”

“I’ve worried about these guys since we left, as my basic training in Canada had minimal medical elements. If anyone needed your expertise, I’d have been useless.”

“Except you got them to Sumy safely, so not useless. Now, your blood is saving a life. Call me over when you need to stop for any reason.”

Hospitallers medic bus: An injured soldier gets medical care inside a bus that transport the wounded from the front to a hospital in Dnipro Oblast in Eastern Ukraine. CBC News recently got a chance to speak with some of the soldiers on the bus about their experiences at the front. (Corinne Seminoff/CBC – image credit): https://ca.news.yahoo.com/wounded-war-weary-images-soldiers-080000092.html?guccounter=1&guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvLnVrLw&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAADfR8Kd9lYN7gQ1XUQd4qEThD6QMhtnh_hUSvS6tK1yyvjKlRafNRL-0He6PfYjjbfjriuVYY5ChlBrQgJMT5JrDD-xfA3exyAzNqblQPnl5gglcRMu4dQy-oG1LbqivwU4eNh58R5BCkM2s0OBCj4HAfeR6abC9lIplG8T-702l

**

Wednesday, August 7th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Lieutenant Tamila Medved entered the Squadron Command Centre wondering what the Chayka majors needed to see her about. She had tried not to worry about her brother Ruslan, having discovered he was in the Special Forces and then hearing about the Kursk Incursion. He must have been involved.

“Take a seat, Tamila,” said Kalyna. “Please don’t look so upset. Ruslan is back in Ukraine and wants to talk to you shortly. I guess you suspect where he was, but be aware aspects are still secret, so don’t expect him to say everything now.”

“We also think you’ll want to see him,” added Vasy. “You may take a few days to do that whenever you need to go.”

Tamila was about to ask where he was when the Centre’s phone rang. Kalyna answered it and then passed it to Tamila. Kalyna and Vasy left the room.

“Ruslan, is that you?”

The line was relatively clear.

“Yes, Tamila. You guessed where I went… but I can say Kursk but little else, I believe.”

She was afraid to ask, but she had to.

“Were you wounded… badly?”

“Not as badly as others. I’m in hospital… in Poltava. You can visit me, please. I need to see Aleks Górski as well.”

Tamila guessed the worst but again had to ask.

“Nadia’s dead like Aleks dreamt?”

“No. She stayed in Ukraine because there were twenty guys badly wounded. She gave up her seat in Sierra. But she’s safe with Lukyan Petrenko, my Lieutenant… oh, and Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz, Polina’s brother. Tell her he’s safe in one of our best tanks.”

“I’ll reassure Aleks and bring her with me as soon as we can get away. I’ll tell Polina her brother is safe. Stay strong, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Look forward to it.”

Tamila realised she was shaking when the call ended and the Chayka cousins returned.

“Do you know what happened? Kalyna? Vasy? Have you heard about Nadia?

*

Tamila found Aleks in the canteen and Polina with some of the other Tiger pilots beside her. Should she talk to Nadia’s best friend first? But she didn’t get that option.

“Your face doesn’t read well,” said Aleks. “If it’s bad news, we all need to know, please.”

She sat next to her, struggling to find the best words.

“I’ve just talked with my brother Ruslan. He was wounded in Kursk and flown to Poltava-”

“By Nadia? No, she’s dead,” said Aleks. “I know she is.”

Polina put an arm around her as Tamila tried to reassure her.

“Nadia’s still in Kursk and alive. Aline flew twenty wounded out, and Nadia gave up her seat. She’s safe and with Lukyan Petrenko and the other Special Forces.”

There was silence and relief… for a moment.

“So not all the wounded were in your brother’s unit,” said Marusya Dudziarz. “Who were the other guys wounded?”

“I presume from one of the other frontline units in Kursk. Ruslan mentioned your brother Mykhail was there, Polina. A lieutenant in one of the best tanks.”

“Trust my brother to be among the first into Russia in a tank,” said Polina, and then closed her eyes, putting a hand to her face.

“Do we know if there’s a plan to get Nadia out?” asked Aleks. “She’s a pilot, not a soldier.”

“The majors didn’t mention one. But they did say I could see my brother. Maybe we need to find out what’s happening to Nadia.”

**

Monday, August 12th – Poltava Regional Hospital, Poltava Oblast, Ukraine

Ruslan was surprised when his sister Tamila appeared with Aleks and three other Night Witches.

“How did five of you get time off to visit me?” he asked as she gently hugged him.

“Us, kohanyj,” said Albina, driving up behind him in her wheelchair. “Not that I know them all.”

“I know them all, kohana, in time you will.”

“Good to see you both up and outside,” said Cecilija. “Do your doctors know you’re both here?”

“Special privileges for special forces,” said Ruslan. “Which must be why you’re all here.”

“We’re desperate to find Nadia,” said Aleks. “Aline last saw her with Lukyan and Mykhail, but she’s not with Special Forces or with the 80th Air Assault Brigade, according to what we can ascertain. I pray she’s not dead.”

Ruslan shook his head and leant into Albina’s good shoulder.

“We hear nothing in here and wouldn’t know what to suggest… other than fly back in.”

“We’ve all been flying every mission we can,” said Aline. “We needed to earn time off to plan just that, but nobody will authorise a risky mission to rescue one pilot, who some class as MIA… sorry Aleks, I know that doesn’t help.”

“What about approaching more senior officers in Special Forces?” asked Tamila. “You must know somebody, brother.”

“Lukyan was the most senior I knew. It’s a crazy idea, but didn’t Nadia have unusual contacts?”

Aleks and Aline both nodded.

“That isn’t crazy,” said Aline. “I suggest Ruslan and Tamila catch up while the rest of us work this idea through.”

“I’d like to chat with Polina about her brother as he talked about the importance of family to a group of us,” said Albina.  

Once the others moved away, Tamila took her brother’s uninjured hand.

“You implied you weren’t as badly injured as others. You’re not in a wheelchair like Albina, but don’t look ready to return to the front. When are they planning to release you?”

“Soon, a few weeks, less, I hope. But if you’re worried that I’m going to go straight back. I’m not… not immediately. But they’ll need me… and Albina.”

She studied his facial expressions.

“You’re a couple, aren’t you? Since when.”

He grinned. “A while. But being here awakened our passion. When we go back to the front, it will be together.”

Albina wheeled herself towards them.

“Polina went to talk to her sisters. Have you discussed our idea with Tamila?”

He shook his head, “It was your idea after being stuck with ‘brothers in arms’. Albina wondered about recuperating at Chayka Field. However, I said you might have no doctor, only paramedics.”

“True, but we are about to recruit an experienced doctor. Plus, having my brother watching my back would be great.”

“And telling your friends what you got up to as a  kid.”

“What we got up to.”

**

 Tuesday, August 27th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

The returning Night Witch crews of the four active MiG-29 flights and the five Tiger helicopters crowded into the Zvenigora Restaurant, which had been re-arranged to cater for an unusual squadron debrief. Chief Mechanics and Warrant Officers slipped into the room as their aircraft were settled in for the daily repairs and maintenance.

The two Chayka Majors each took a microphone at the far end of the cavernous restaurant.

“We are holding this squadron debrief in here with you all, as yesterday could have been a nightmare for Ukraine, but you all helped impede what Russia intended,” said Kalyna. “The enemy launched the largest ever concentrated missile and drone attacks against 15 regions over eight hours.  They failed to force us to yield. Lives were lost, and buildings were devastated, but the Ukrainian spirit remains unbroken. We will shortly debrief you, but first, the key role played by Ukraine’s F-16s and what it means for us.”

F-16s https://gagadget.com/en/war/150552-ukraine-may-receive-f-16-fighting-falcon-fighters-after-modernization-of-airfields/

Cheers and shouts of ‘Slava Ukrayini’ erupted and gradually subsided.

“Yesterday saw the first use of Ukraine’s F-16s, defending our motherland,” said Vasy.  “It was also a vital day for us as this allows ACW to agree that we Witches can use our Hornets & Gripens. Three weeks ago, Kalyna and I met with Colonel Maksym Bondarenko from ACW and Colonel Alfhild Falkborg of the Swedish Airforce to develop a new Gripen training programme. Our role will now grow, especially if Sweden sends more Gripen Es. However, our Swedish friend can describe what the current situation is.”

Alfhild joined the Chayka cousins amid cheers for one of the squadron’s staunchest advocates. Vasy passed her a microphone.

“This week from Dęblin, we had our 17th Night Witch fly with our Swedish trainers in one of the Gripen F two-seaters protecting the Saab 340 AEW&Cs.” Clapping and cheering made her pause. “Four of you have been able to get enough extra flights in the two Gripen Fs to prove to the trainers you can fly a Gripen E solo. The requirement of 50 hours of Conversion Training, focusing on the new systems and capabilities of the E model compared to the C, included simulator time.”

She paused to allow one of the four pilots, Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko, to ask a question.

“We still need Combat Readiness Training to master the fighter’s combat capabilities and weapons. How long before we are ready to operate in Ukraine?”

Alfhild nodded and then looked at the Majors before replying.

“Normally, 25 flights in about nine weeks. However, aware of the urgency of the war, Major Ottillia Elmersson and Kapten Pernilla Eklund have been integrating some of the combat readiness in the Conversion Training. We believe in three weeks, given your combat experience, you four will be combat ready. I just need to persuade Saab we must have two more Gripen Es.”

She handed the microphone back to Vasy.

 “We are down to four flights due to the tragic loss of two of our sister pilots, Sergeant Taisia Kovalchuk and Private Halyna Boyka, and the serious injury to Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk, who has vowed to return. We have enough Gripens in Dęblin to equip two flights, three with two more Es. Kalyna, Alfhild and I will discuss allocating the jets and equipping four flights. Perhaps we can aim for four flights with leaders in Gripen Es and the rest in Cs.”

Vasy nodded to her cousin to continue.

“We will now debrief just the flight leaders and their Chief Mechanics, plus the Senior Tiger officer Kapitan Aleks Górski, in the Squadron Command Centre. If anyone else has anything to add, please join us.”

*

Canteen, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Ruslan Medved and his sister Tamila were waiting with Aline Bonheur, Cecilija Lusk and Albina Koval for news from Aleks. She had been attempting to contact Zoo Sécurité with help from the squadron commanders.

When Aleks finally appeared with Polina, she appeared less miserable.

“They had news for once. Two guys are arriving today from Poland.” She checked her phone. “Sacha Proulx and Dasha Isakova. One’s some sort of agent, and the other is the doctor we requested.”

“How are they arriving?” asked Ruslan. “And do we know which is the doctor?”

“Nothing useful. Just a cryptic message in Polish,” said Aleks. “From their contact, perhaps.”

Polina was studying a printout of the original message she obtained from Vasy.

“My Polish improved when we were at Dęblin, and my guess is both guys are female to fit in here. Sacha is a French doctor, while Dasha is a Russian agent.”

“Well, we’ll soon know if you’re right,” said Aleks. “Vasy just messaged they’ve arrived, and she’ll bring them here before offering the tour.”

It wasn’t long before Vasy arrived with two athletic women in uniforms, one dark-haired and taller than her long-haired blonde companion.

“Please meet Doctor Sacha Proulx,” Vasy gestured to the brunette, “and 2nd Lieutenant Dasha Isakova. They have been assigned to us by the French Army Light Aviation, although, like Kapitan Nadia Lysenko, they also assist Zoo Sécurité. Accommodation is being arranged. Meanwhile, introduce yourselves, I must return to the strategy meeting in the Squadron Command Centre.”

Aleks introduced herself, mentioning Nadia, before introducing the others to Sacha and Dasha.

Tamila offered to fetch food and drink for them after their journey from Poland.

“How long were you travelling?” asked Cecilija .

“We left France yesterday after we were briefed,” said Dasha. “Our flight to Lublin via Kraków was a few hours longer than the minibus trip here, so thirteen hours. But we did sleep.”

“Unlike you, Aline,” said Ruslan. “She flew herself… the whole way in a helicopter.”

“Not quite,” she replied. “I slept while the NH90 Caïman was changed from French to Ukrainian insignia and being refuelled. Enough sleep for a French pilot.”

They all laughed.

When Sacha enquired about the injuries Albina and Ruslan had sustained, Dasha talked to Aleks, Aline and Cecilija about the disappearance of Nadia.

“Aline, when you piloted the NH90 Caïman out of Kursk, Nadia chose to stay. Correct?”

“Yes, to allow the twenty wounded soldiers to leave safely,” said Aline. “Cecilija and I attempted to change her mind.”

“There had to be an alternative,” added Cecilija. “If only I’d suggested removing the minigun mounts but not the guns. We could have even left one gun. Except Nadia closed the open door.”

Dasha nodded her head.

“She was thinking like a Zoo. The mission before oneself. And there were others there to fight alongside. Yet she’s MIA. Does anyone know how?

“She’s not with the Special Forces she flew in,” replied Aleks.

“Nor with the 80th Air Assault Brigade who joined them,” added Aline. “That was all we could establish, although communication is restricted. We pray she’s still alive.”

Dasha produced a detailed map of the Kursk Oblast with the Sumy frontline and Sudzha marked.

“Where are those units meant to be now?”

“Rylsk,” said Aleks as she studied the map. “Here, but the front keeps moving now the Russians are counterattacking. What are you planning?”

“Twelve days ago, Ukraine’s President Volodymyr Zelenskyy said your military was setting up a command office in Sudzha. If I can get there with your help, I will locate Nadia wherever she’s gone. I don’t feel she’s MIA.”

“What about dead?” asked Aleks. “She promised to return.”

“Phénix is a survivor,” said Dasha. “She always comes back.”

https://inspirelearningtsh.co.uk/blog-post/a-phoenix-rising-from-the-ashes/

**

Slava Ukrayini

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