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Freedom Flights: Episode 28 – Freedom for Russia

This is Episode 28 of Freedom Flights. This episode continues with events that began in the last episode.

Since the Kursk incursion now involves two Night Witches and in December is ongoing, this won’t be the last visit to Kursk. However, the first engagements with F-16s will now definitely be in Episode 29,  and the Witches will be able to use other NATO jets in their arsenal.

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 28 – Freedom for Russia

2024

BMP-3M Infantry Fighting Vehicle: https://nationalinterest.org/blog/buzz/meet-russias-bmp-3m-infantry-fighting-vehicle-here-s-what-it-can-do-46482

Tuesday, August 6th – Sudzha, Kursk Oblast, Russia

            Kapitan Nadia Lysenko trusted her comrades not to betray their numerical predicament while she distracted the Russian conscripts. Eventually, the fifteen special forces returned with Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko, and they could learn what the citizens of Sudzha wanted.

The Russian commander, Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov, agreed to negotiate over strong black tea with Lukyan and Nadia as the special forces scouted Sudzha again with Black Hornets.

“I can reassure you that nobody should come looking for us,” said Abrasha. “Even if anyone heard the shots. It is important that nobody gets killed, especially no civilians. Some are Ukrainian, some are Russian, and others are both. Nobody wants this city destroyed, please.”

“We will use your BMP-3 to enter the city with you as our means to approach your comrades. However, first, your men will remain here under armed guard, including our helicopter mini-gunner.”

“I believe I can trust her not to massacre them, although we know some dishonourable mercenaries who shoot their own comrades in the back. You have a second request?”

Lukyan nodded and then said, “The second is that eight of my men will be with us in the BMP while others remain close by using drones to watch what happens, and our snipers will ensure everything goes smoothly.”

*

Lieutenant Makarov directed the BMP-3 into Sudzha with guns at his back, so he stuck to Lukyan’s plan. Corporal Ruslan Medved drove with his friend Danylo as the gunner. Other than the nine special forces in the vehicle, there were two drone operators and two snipers shadowing them as they drove towards the undermanned barrack house.

Outside the building, a 2nd Lieutenant greeted Abrasha.  

“We’re glad you’re back after that shooting. What happened? We need you for a serious card game, Abrasha.”

“Just practice shooting. Who’s inside, Dimitri…. enough for a game? Becos’ first, I have good news you all must hear now.”

“I’ll get the guys. There’s only four, as most went with you, except the two patrolling the neighbourhood.”

While Dimitri was fetching his comrades, six special forces slipped out and took up positions out of sight. A Black Hornet settled on a windowsill and another on a parked pickup.

When the four conscripts emerged with Dimitri, he shouted for Abrasha, who reappeared in his commander’s position in the BMP. As he talked, three special forces slipped into the barrack house.

“When we were sent to Sudzha, we befriended its people. And what did they ask us?”

“To protect them,” said Dimitri. “They prayed the war would never come here.”

“And it won’t,” said another conscript. “We’d ensure their safety.”

“How?” asked Abrasha. “By fighting for them? Or by persuading the enemy to protect them?’

The conscripts talked among themselves. Then Dimitri spoke for them.

“We’ve heard what happens to towns trapped in the middle of this war. They get destroyed, and the people lose everything. Do you agree, sir?”

“I do. For you, my men, and for the people we swore to protect. This is why the Ukrainian special forces are allowing you to surrender, and they promise to protect Sudzha and its people.”

“Will they execute us?” asked yet another conscript. “Isn’t it what they do?”

“No. That’s what immoral officers order. These won’t, as we would be POWs protected under the rules of war.”

“Where do we go to surrender?” asked Dimitri.

“Just turn round, and we must walk inside.”

Dimitri led the conscripts inside, and soon, Abrasha was followed by Lukyan and his forces.

*

The six men left to guard the relaxed prisoners could hear messages from the main incursion force, who were meeting minor resistance. While Cecilija kept a watch from her gun position, she was aware that Aline and Nadia were monitoring and then jamming Russian transmissions, having kept notes of key messages.

Eventually, they all heard Lukyan’s message.

“Thankfully, we have negotiated the bloodless surrender of the last six members of Lieutenant Makarov’s garrison. A truck will bring five more prisoners and further instructions. The rest of us are going to discuss terms with the Eastern Sudzha  Garrison in twenty minutes. Sierra Two over.”

The crew had discussed the implications of some messages for Sudzha, so Nadia said, “From Russian messages intercepted, we believe a contingent of ultra-nationalist Russians is heading for southeast Sudzha determined to use the city to stop the invasion. Does this change your plan? Sierra One over.”

“We’ll discuss this development, then call you back. Sierra Two out.”

The crew and Danylo discussed their options until they knew more.

“Five more prisoners takes them up to nineteen,” said Cecilija. “Which means we are ten, counting the driver, so we are outnumbered… but armed. How do Ukrainian special forces usually deal with prisoners, Danylo?”

He hesitated and then said, “Normally, we fight the enemy for longer, and many more are killed. These guys are recruits who were never trained to fight, and that’s unusual. Normally, my sympathy for POWs depends on whether they attempted to oppose the war.”

“Like Larisa Kovalyov, an opponent and now one of our chief mechanics,” said Nadia. “We need reinforcements if Lukyan doesn’t get back soon.”

 “How near is the main force?” asked Aline. “They must be close, given they have armoured units, and they set off after us expecting minimal resistance.”

Nadia checked the radar-generated digital map.  

“Within a kilometre on the main road, so I better meet them.”

She jumped out and legged it as she heard Cecilija call the senior guard over. With reinforcements, the dilemma was resolved.

A Marder 1 in 2012: Author
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A Marder 1A3 came around the bend and slowed when the commander saw her. She realised the machine gun was pointed at her, so raised her arms.

“I’m Kapitan Nadia Lysenko from the Sierra spearhead. Our helicopter is over there.”

The commander noted her Ukrainian flag plus her UAF badge and then told her to clamber onto the Marder. His driver followed her instructions, and they parked beside the truck from Sudzha and just beyond the NH90 Caïman. Six soldiers dismounted, followed by the commander, driver, and gunner.

The commander introduced himself while two Stryker infantry carrier vehicles drove towards the gathering.

“I’m Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz of the 80th Air Assault Brigade. Mission code: Tango. We wondered why the Russian defences were in a shambles. We’ve even had soldiers fleeing towards us. These can’t be all your troops. Where are they?”  

“Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko commands the Sierra Spearhead. He negotiated the bloodless surrender of these conscripts from the Southern  Sudzha  Garrison.” She glanced at her watch. “Their commander is aiding his imminent negotiations with the Eastern Sudzha  Garrison. We can delay them if we act now.”

“Let me talk to him. I may have crucial news.”

Nadia led Mykhail into the Sierra as the two M1126 Stryker pulled in alongside the Marder.

“Any news from Lukyan?” said Nadia. ”Lieutenant Moroz needs to talk to him urgently.”

“He’s returning since the advance brigade was due to arrive,” said Aline

Within minutes, the BMP parked behind the NH90 Caïman. Lukyan climbed out, followed by Abrasha between Ruslan and Danylo.

Nadia led them inside the Sierra, where Mykhail was talking to Cecilija and Aline.

“I didn’t realise our flying ladies were from the awesome Night Witches”

“He’s Polina’s brother… you know Lukyan, our brilliant Tiger pilot with the goal-scoring leg,” said Nadia. “Anyway, Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko, meet Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz of the 80th Air Assault Brigade.”

“Mykhail, this is Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov, Commander of the Southern Sudzha Garrison, who all surrendered to us. Nine of my men have occupied their building to monitor troop radio communications in the city.”

“My 2nd Lieutenant, Dimitri, also wants to help avoid citizens dying,” said Abrasha.

“Too late,” said Mykhail. “Drone surveillance has confirmed a contingent of ultra-nationalist Russians is heading here from the southeast determined to make Sudzha the invasion’s graveyard, whatever the cost.”

“You have to stop them, please,” said Abrasha, and then smiled. “I’m stupid, a Russian officer asking Ukrainian officers to attack another Russian force.”   

“How can we trust you?” said Nadia. “You fired on us.”

“Only after you fired first. Our shot was only a warning.”

“As were ours. You did surrender very quickly. Unlike real soldiers,” said Nadia, shaking her head.

“What do you really want, Abrasha? Prison or home?” asked Mykhail.

“If I had a choice.” He paused, closing his eyes. “I dreamt of joining the Freedom for Russia Battalion and fighting against a regime oppressing dissenters. But that meant leaving… before mobilisation kicked in.”

“Does anyone share your view?” asked Lukyan.

“Most, although put to the test, a few might run.”

“Time to test them,” said Mykhail.

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By Airwolfhound from Hertfordshire, UK – AS90, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=132771170

Not all nineteen Russian conscripts were willing to die for Ukraine and a better Russia; five felt POW status had more advantages. The fourteen who stood with their commander had to be divided among the four vehicles, although Lukyan agreed to shadow five, plus Abrasha. All of them knew a false move could see them taken prisoner again…. Or worse.

The 2nd Self-propelled Artillery Battalion from the 116th Separate Mechanized Brigade had also arrived with three AS-90s, along with a few soldiers already guarding three prisoners and willing to guard another five. Their three armoured self-propelled guns were set up to cover the southeast approaches using spotter drones to target the ultra-nationalist Russians

Mykhail took his Marder and two M1126 Stryker vehicles to block the southeast approaches to ensure any survivors, after the artillery barrage, were halted.

The Sierra crew waited while Ruslan drove Lukyan and his remaining special forces to the southern garrison building in Sudzha, followed by the garrison truck. Inside, Lukyan and Abrasha checked on the progress monitoring radio communications in the town.

“Every garrison seems aware some kind of cross-border raid has occurred,” said the corporal in charge. “However, they are unaware of the scale or that we have a foothold in Sudzha.”

“I have also convinced them that this garrison is still in Russian hands,” said Dimitri. “But a word from Lieutenant Makarov would reassure them.”

At a nod from Lukyan, Abrasha went to the radio.

“This is Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov. Apologies for my absence. I’ve been patrolling to the southwest in our BMP and saw no sign of the enemy, although we heard distant artillery fire. I’ll now be patrolling further east. Makarov out.”

He switched off and then turned to Lukyan.

“Should I have said more?”

“Not yet. First, everyone needs to know that along with Kapitan Nadia Lysenko and Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz of the 80th Air Assault Brigade, we have provisionally accepted fourteen of the conscripts under Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov’s command as mercenaries within the Ukrainian Ground Forces. All of them know a false move could see them taken prisoner again…. or worse. I hope there are no objections.”

He paused, but everyone nodded and remained silent.

“Dimitri, these men have observed you and know your beliefs. Do you want to fight for us against Putin’s minions, or do you want to be a POW and go home?”

He glanced around at the Ukrainians and hesitated before deciding.

“I’m with my commander. I share his principles. What next?”

Lukyan looked around the room.

“Time for this garrison to visit their Eastern neighbours. But there’s not enough room in the BMP, so Abrasha and Dimitri travel inside, and two of your guys ride outside. I’ll be inside with nine of my team. The other ten will take the truck with three of your guys. Corporal Ruslan Medved knows what to do next. Let’s go.”

Outside, they rearranged the two vehicles and left in opposite directions.

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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

Ruslan pulled up alongside the Sierra and ordered everyone to board her.

“Tell the crew to prepare for takeoff… with your help if needed, clearing the camouflage. I’ll be back in a few. Wait for me, please.”

He waved and then drove to where Tango Four, the 2nd Self-propelled Artillery Battalion, had parked their support vehicles. He handed the keys to a trustworthy-looking sergeant.

“Present from the Russians via Special Forces. Treat her nicely. And tell the gunners to give the helicopter time to get away to the northeast.”

Grabbing his equipment from the cab, he then sprinted back to the NH90 Caïman and jumped in.

“Glad you could make it, Corporal Medved,” said Nadia. “We’re ready for takeoff. Where to this evening, somewhere exotic?”

“I wish. I’m afraid it’s not yet that. Head due east towards Makhnovka, but try to detect the Russians approaching from the southeast.”

Nadia lifted Sierra off while Aline scanned all around.

“Enemy one kilometre ahead and heading towards Sudzha,” said Aline.  “Evade or engage?”

 “Evade. Cecilija, transmit our false Russian ID, and then intercept their transmissions. Radio their position to all Tango units,” said Ruslan. “Pilots, keep heading east until out of range of artillery fire. Then head north until you can find a safe landing so my team can support Tango armour.”

“Understood,” said Aline. “We have located a safe landing near Tango armour’s location”

Nadia landed Sierra on the west bank of the river that eventually ran through Sudzha. The special forces jumped out, and all but two moved off towards the distant armoured vehicles. The remaining two soldiers helped Cecilija set up the helicopter’s miniguns and then introduced themselves.

“I’m Albina, and the quiet guy is Demyan. We volunteered to help you guard our best form of transport around here. He may not say much, but he’s a great gunner. I’m just a sniper, so I’ll fetch my weapon of choice.”

She emerged from the rear of the NH90 Caïman with a long rifle in two pieces and dressed in a ghillie suit and carrying night gear.

“Is that a SnipeX Alligator,” asked Nadia. “Some of our Night Witches stopped one of the main smuggling rings trying to obtain them for the enemy.”

“Great work,” said Albina. “I’d hate to think I was going out there and facing a Russian with such a deadly weapon.”

She jumped lightly out of Sierra and walked into the night.

“I’ll be covering you from the trees on the rise,” said Albina on her income. “I should have the range to also take out Russians threatening our guys.”

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The artillery barrage lit up the night sky. From the frantic Russian orders, Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz knew that they were in disarray but still heading for Sudzha… and towards his concealed armoured units. He had ensured the Marder and two Strykers would ambush the enemy where they would be squeezed between the steep ground and mined hedges. His thirty infantry were positioned to keep the Russians pinned down.

Once they were in range, his Marder gunner fired the 20 mm Rheinmetall MK20 Rh202 autocannon’s armour-piercing rounds at the lead Russian tank, blowing its turret off. The first Stryker opened fire with its .50 calibre M2 Browning machine gun as crew and infantry scurried for cover. The second Stryker pounded the other enemy vehicles with its 40mm MK19 grenade launcher as the Marder continued to disable armour.

However, some Russian infantry scaled the steep ground, attempting to outflank the Tango ambush. The concealed soldiers shot some, while others were taken down by the special forces coming up the road behind them. An unseen sniper took out those who fled east towards the NH90 Caïman.

*

Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko was attempting to convince an intractable commander when the Tango barrage occurred.

“How do you justify that?” the commander asked, as his garrison’s radio clearly picked up Russians being attacked and heading for Sudzha and sanctuary.”

“They’re the ones who will get Sudzha destroyed,” said Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov. “They don’t care about our citizens. Who are we meant to be protecting? Them or ourselves?”

The sound of fighting grew louder as the ultra-Russians ran into the Tango ambush.

“My duty is to my comrades in arms. You’ll have to choose Makarov. I’m no traitor like you.”

Lukyan ordered half of his men to help Makarov while the other half took the BMP to help Tango. He stayed with Makarov.

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Snipex Alligator- Сергій Воронков

Albina realised some of the Russians had launched a Kamikaze drone to hunt her down. There was no way she could radio for help without alerting the drone.

The drone scoured the ground using the last position where she’d been spotted. It tracked closer.

A second drone moved above her. Taking a shot might be her last act. But the second drone disabled the first, captured it and carried it across to the helicopter.

Albina rose and ran in a zig-zag crouch down the rise. Shots whizzed past her as the pursuing Russians kept firing. A bullet winged her, and she tumbled to the ground, rolling. Her heart was pounding as she crawled to Demyan, who grabbed her and her precious Alligator. He heaved her into the NH90 Caïman, which was lifting into the air as Albina blacked out.

Aline flew low over the trees on the rise, then dropped lower so Cecilija could strafe the Russians, reacting too late to the appearance of a helicopter.

“How close can we land to you, Tango One?” asked Nadia. “Sierra over.”

“We’ve cleared an area where the road divides in a V. Flare marks the far edge. Tango out.”

Three armoured vehicles secured the three roads, and Aline landed where indicated.

“Manned roadblocks also secure the perimeter of the area,” said Mykhail. “The are some armed Russians attempting to regroup, but Lukyan and his Special Forces are gradually eliminating them unless they flee back into Sudzha.”

“How many casualties?” asked Nadia.

Mykhail contacted his officers for their figures.

Five minutes later, he knew.

“18 seriously wounded needing treatment, ten walking wounded, and seven dead. Four of the fatalities were our Russian allies killed when the Eastern Garrison refused to surrender. One has gone AWOL, the 2nd Lieutenant called Dimitri.”

“When are the seriously wounded likely to get treated?” asked Nadia.

“Not until the medical units reach us,” replied Mykhail. “If you can medivac them, they have a better chance.”

Nadia went to talk with her crew sisters in Sierra about the seriously wounded.

“Nineteen with Albina,” said Cecilija. “She’s losing blood. If the armoured vehicles have stretchers, I could cannibalise a medivac bay.”

*

Thirty minutes later, Cecilija had a usable medivac bay and Nadia was persuading Lukyan of their plan.

“It’s a risk, but the front can be crossed,”  said Nadia. “Enemy surveillance won’t expect a Ukrainian helicopter flying out of Russia, and we can ensure our side expects us. Are you sure you don’t need us?”

“Totally sure, and many thanks for another exceptional flight here. But I need a favour,” said Lukyan. “Ruslan Medved is seriously wounded and on his way. Save him, please.. for his sister.”

Nadia agreed and turned to her crew sisters.

“Can we take one more patient? We need to consider weight and fuel.”

Cecilija calculated all the parameters but shook her head.

“We can’t ditch the guns as this return flight is more dangerous,” said Nadia.

“What about Albina’s Alligator?” asked Aline.

“It’s too light and too dangerous in enemy hands,”  said Nadia, noting how the armoured seats had become part of the medivac bay.

When Ruslan arrived inside the BMP, Nadia noted his build.

“He’s heavy set, and there’s a simple solution,” said Nadia. “I’m taking the next flight out. Probably you guys when you persuade Maksym you’re essential,”

She jumped out and slid the main left-hand door shut, ignoring the protests. She walked towards Mykhail.

“You’re stuck with me until the next flight out.”

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Slava Ukrayini

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#IWSG – Cliffhangers

It’s time for another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024, having just posted Episode 27 of my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights. It was originally over 5,000 words until I found a good point to divide it into two – adding in a cliffhanger naturally. Now I need to create another ‘cliffhanger’ for the second half, which will be Episode 28… continuing from this:

Freedom Flights: Episode 27 – Defensive Relocation

Slava Ukrayini

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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!

December 4 question – Do you write cliffhangers at the end of your stories? Are they a turn-off to you as a writer and/or a reader?

As you must have realised by the opening paragraph of this post, I often drag my reader to the edge of a steep drop and then…

Let go……aaaaahh.

But I try to resolve the leap of faith.

However, I believe there are rules, which when broken, can turn a reader/me off:

Never drop the reader or abandon them, i.e., zilch happens.Never change elements, cheating the reader by removing or adding components that were essential to the cliffhanger, thus resolving it, akin to ‘Deus ex machina’. I first noted this with a few cliffhangers in the 1936 serial film ‘Flash Gordon’ with Buster Crabbe, which I watched in a SciFi film society. Items would appear or disappear to ensure Flash, Dale, and Dr Zarkov are saved. Other series flout this rule.Never set up a cliffhanger and make it something else, like when the ‘Dallas’ scriptwriters resorted to making everything in previous episodes a dream = another cheat. Resorting to a red herring is infinitely better than cheating.Never use a cliffhanger when there’s no guarantee of a sequel film/TV series/bookFinal rule: (similar to Rule 3.) A cliffhanger should always have a satisfactory pay-off. Never throw the reader off the cliff, just a character who needs to die. (Is this a cliffhanger or a red herring?)

I like writing cliffhangers to keep my readers turning the page at the end of a chapter/episode, although it’s sometimes difficult or feels contrived… another turn-off as a reader.

I’m aware that I’m risking my readers’ ire with the cliffhanger at the end of Episode 26 of ‘Freedom Flights’. My most constant reader, Rebecca Douglass, commented, “…Nice cliff-hanger ending.” Although I’ve kept building reminders into later episodes, I reassure everyone that there will be a pay-off… as per the final rule.

Freedom Flights: Episode 26 – Deceptive Intuition

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Freedom Flights: Episode 27 – Defensive Relocation

This is Episode 27 of Freedom Flights. This episode continues with events that began in the last episode.

The Kursk incursion now directly involves two Night Witches, which I now realise will take multiple episodes. However, the first engagements with F-16s will probably be in Episode 29,  although, the Witches will get to use other NATO jets in their arsenal.

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 27 – Defensive Relocation

2024

Thursday, August 1st – Superhumans Center, Wynnyky, Lviv Oblast, Ukraine

The therapist led the group from Chayka Field to where Olha Tkachuk was operating a device with her new prosthetic left arm, using its fingers to press keys and move levers.

“In three months, the doctor says I may be able to fly a simulator, and sometime later, I pray a real jet,” said Olha as she embraced her cousin Anhelina. She then knelt to stroke Olha’s husky Quetzal and let her sniff the prosthesis.

“She’s more relaxed now it has your scent all over it,” said Olha. “On our last visit, it must have smelled more artificial, being temporary.”

Her flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko, stood beside her. “The sisters look forward to your return. Will that be in a few months or once you have been assessed on a simulator?”

“We will assess your recovery and flexibility,” replied the therapist. “But it’s probably best if her squadron tests you on the right simulator, as ours is a basic tool for improving dexterity and responses.”

Adriana paused, seeming to deliberate on this new development.

“We are expecting a new Saab simulator any day to prepare us for the day we are asked to fly Gripen Cs again, the new Es, or the two-seater D, as a trainer and a multi-role combat fighter.”

“I’m waiting for that day expectantly,” said Olha. “Every time I flew a Gripen at Dęblin, it felt so natural. Let’s pray my right arm agrees… the two-seater D suits me best.”

“I’m reassured having a co-pilot in case my leg plays up.” Polina laughed and removed the trainer from her prosthesis, then flexed her artificial limb.

“When I first climbed into a familiar copter, my foot almost danced with joy… so to speak.”

“Do you often cover your prosthesis?” asked Olha. “It can’t need protection.”

“For non-combat everyday use, I do for practical reasons and protection,” replied Polina. However, I have other specialized appendages like for flying or my blade for sport, but I switch to this one when relaxing.”

“You will have similar,” said Olha’s therapist. “This is the lower arm attachment with which we are testing your skills, assisting your residual limb’s rehabilitation, and preparing you for the final model. Eventually, you’ll be ready for the definitive version our experts are crafting. It will be fully bionic using electrodes for greater dexterity, allowing you to fly again as proficiently as before.” She turned to Polina. “We can upgrade your prosthesis to improve its adaptability.”

“I’m ready today or when I’m next here… whatever suits my doctor.”

The therapist checked with Polina’s doctor as the friends continued talking.

“I notice another prosthesis on the side,” said Anhelina. “One that echoes your left arm, Olha“

“That one’s easier to eat with and doesn’t worry people. My social hand, you might say.”

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Sunday, August 4th –  Secret Base in Central Ukraine

NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2: https://raids.fr/premium/helicopteres-nh90-caiman-4e-rhfs/

Nadia Lysenko and Aline Bonheur ran the last pre-flight checks on the NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 prior to their test flight to Dęblin Military Air Base in Poland.

“All loaded to match mission requirements,” said Cecilija Lusk. “Thanks to you guys, data links, communication systems, and remote sensor fusion functionality operating at peak levels as required.”

She had volunteered as their loadmaster/sensor operator when Igor Dubicki had insisted on staying with Aleks Górski at Chayka Field as she was unwell.

Anatol Krakarth contacted them over the NH90’s onboard intercom.

“When the Control Tower gives us clearance to lift off, Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko and I  will begin monitoring performance and stability concerns from the initial tests.”

“The Tower will request details such as our radar signature from select monitoring stations en route to Dęblin,” added Lukyan. “The most crucial point will be when we cross the border into Poland.”

“Sierra to Control. Permission to take off, please?” asked Nadia.

“Control to Sierra. Granted. Bon voyage.”

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

When they crossed the border into Poland, Anatol and Lukyan were both smiling.

“No turbulence. Smooth so far,’ said Anatol. “Captains. Speed, please?”

“Averaging 310 kilometres per hour, which equals about 193 miles per hour. Impressive, especially with no turbulence. Is that good enough, gentlemen?”

“If our radar signature has reduced and our jamming works,” replied Lukyan. “More is always better, but too risky… and we’re running out of time.”

The crew smiled at each other.

“Approaching familiar terrain,” said Nadia. “Time to skim some trees.”

“This low?” asked Cecilija, noticing the fast-approaching ground.

“Don’t worry, Nadia and I flew like this when we served together,” said Aline. “I suspect the mission will be at night. Same as we’ll do on our return trip.”

“I totally trust you both… and the tanks out there.”

Ruslan Medved glanced out the window as they sped past the immobile hulk.

“I’m glad someone crippled that tank first.”

“Possibly Nadia in her Tiger when they prowled out here,” said Brajan Rudawski so everyone heard.

She went silent until the Dęblin control tower appeared.

“Dęblin control, this is Sierra requesting clearance to land.”

“Clear to land Sierra. Marshalls will direct you to a VIP slot… if you have our Master Engineer.”

“Affirmative.”

As they hovered near familiar buildings, the voice of Maksym Bondarenko came over the comm.

“Congratulations, Sierra crew and engineers. Your radar signature was deceptive, not at all Ukrainian. See you inside for a short debriefing. Then a traditional Witches meal before your night flight back to your base.”

As he was climbing out, Nadia spoke to Lukyan.

“I need to admit something to you later, perhaps over the meal at Zvenigora;”

“There’s one here in Dęblin?”

“One of the first two founded over a decade ago. See you inside after I’ve helped record the flight data and shut this bird down.”

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Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

After a debrief compiling all the outward flight data from the NH90 Caïman’s recorded performance to the radar tracking, the first stage of the tests was declared a resounding success. Anatol and Brajan would remain in Dęblin at the university. However, they would be anxiously awaiting the results of the second stage, the night flight back, after a final meal for the Sierra team.

“Do your students eat here, Anatol?” asked Lukyan. “We missed this restaurant when we came here.”

“The Shevchuk family keep the prices low for students, and they are regulars… especially now there’s the monthly movie night like we enjoyed at the Chayka Field restaurant,” replied Anatol.

Agnieszka, Sabina, and Tomas had arranged tables for the team and their hosts along one side of the restaurant.

Lukyan sat opposite Nadia and near enough to Aline and Cecilija to congratulate the whole crew.

“That was an impressive flight, thanks to you all. I’m reassured to have all three of you on the team.”

“Does that mean you need me for the mission?” asked Cecilija.

“You’re as essential as the pilots,” replied Lukyan. “Slipping into enemy territory unnoticed requires skilled flying and devious manipulation of their scanning. Drones alone can’t confuse them.”

“But Igor-“

“Wouldn’t have been the best choice,” said Lukyan. “I hadn’t considered the best option… another Night Witch. I nearly made the wrong decision.”

“I almost did,” said Nadia. “When you asked me, ‘…can any of your helicopters here match or exceed 300 kilometres per hour?”

“Why?”

Tiger in flight 2012. Author: Peng Chen     

“Today, when we flew past the tank, Brajan mentioned I might have destroyed it with my Tiger… which flies at 290 kilometres per hour with its Osiris rotor head mast. However, our Tigers fly at 315 kilometres per hour without the Osiris mast… faster than the Sierra NH90 Caïman.”

Lukyan laughed.

“But you sensibly never considered your Tiger as it couldn’t carry troops, even though without a mast it would exceed my required speed. Nowhere near a wrong decision.”

“I agree,” said Aline. “A modified Blackhawk would probably exceed 300 kilometres per hour, but it only carries 11 seated troops… sorry, Cecilija.”

“Apology accepted, Aline. 20 would be a squeeze… even sitting on laps,” said Cecilija, grinning.

“And hasn’t your Blackhawk been customised for medical evacuation?” asked Nadia.

“Correct,” said Cecilija. “Although, like the NH90, it can be changed as required… given time and equipment.”

Anatol, further down the table, nodded, then turned to Maksym.

“Did any of the items I requested arrive here?”

“Everything I believe. Due to the nature of the mission, nobody unpacked them.”

“As soon as we’ve eaten, I’ll arrange that,” said Anatol. “I’ll need some volunteers, including Cecilija as our loadmaster.”

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Aviation Engineering Centre, Dęblin Military Air Base, Poland

With the NH90 Caïman moved outside the engineering hangar, Anatol was able to coordinate the removal of most of the surplus cargo used to bring the helicopter to its mission weight. Then, the requested items could be installed.

“Cecilija, that crate should contain two lighter mini guns and door mounts. Were we still sensible in favouring guns over extra fuel tanks, Lukyan?”

“Totally. We’re not going far enough to warrant extra fuel. How far exactly, I haven’t been told due to the confidential destination.”

Once the additional modifications were made, the crew prepared the Sierra for take-off as Lukyan ordered his team to board.

Anatol and Brajan stepped inside the helicopter to say farewell.

“As we’re staying here,” said Anatol, “I ensured there’s enough surplus cargo to balance out our absence. We pray your night flight is as efficient as the journey here.”

 “Bon voyage,” said Brajan and then kissed Nadia passionately. “Fly home safely, mon amour.”

“I’ll miss you, moja kochana.”

As Brajan turned to leave, Maksym arrived with Aenoheso Little Hawk.

“I wanted to wish you all a good flight and a victorious mission,” said Maksym.

“I have a private message for Nadia,” said Little Hawk, who stepped inside and whispered, “Aleks says, ‘Come home safely. We have so many more missions to fly together. Don’t leave me, please.”

“Never. We need to celebrate peace together.”

**

Monday, August 5th – Staging ground, Sumy Oblast, Ukraine

The modified NH90 Caïman had reached the staging ground for the incursion into Russia four hours before the briefing for the mission. Lukyan was one of several officers whose teams had specific roles to play, so they were aware of the main intent and objective.

After discovering the overall plan, Lukyan gathered the team in a darkened room.

“At midnight, we leave here in Sierra as the advance party for a swift incursion across the border into Russia’s Kursk Oblast. Drones are creating a path through the enemy surveillance network, which Cecilija will use Sierra’s sensors to extend for the mechanized and infantry units to follow. You will now see drone night footage of that path, so our pilots know the route to take.”  

Aline and Nadia watched the recordings until they had memorised and noted on a detailed digital map the key landmarks along the course the Sierra must fly. Cecilija logged any enemy surveillance the drones had detected.

“Do we know how heavily defended the nearest town is to our planned route?” asked Aline.

“All observations indicate Sudzha city is lightly defended,” said Lukyan. “The enemy is behaving as if our build-up of forces here is a defensive redeployment to reinforce this sector of the front. However, as this incursion’s spearhead, we need to be prepared to face robust resistance, especially since we are expected to scout ahead of the main force. That means flying deeper into Kursk to establish further footholds.”

He paused, guessing there might be questions.”

“Normally, we deliver the special forces and leave,” said Aline.

“Returning later to extract them,” added Nadia. “So, guess we’re staying for the duration.”

“Not quite. You’ll need to stay as long as getting us behind the enemy effectively takes,” replied Lukyan. “Before we leave, everyone check your weapons and equipment. Cecilija, check Sierra’s miniguns before you do your pre-takeoff electro-optical sensor test.”

After the special forces had done their checks, they relaxed for the final hour. Although the crew were used to chilling before a mission, this was different for them. It would be a flight into the unknown for Cecilija, although both Nadia and Aline had flown troops into enemy territory multiple times. They were reassuring her when Lukyan realised that he should help and came over.

“Don’t worry, Cecilija. This is normal for the rest of us. We’ll be there to fend off the enemy until the other units reach our position. You’ll only be flying ahead when we’ve scanned the next area.”

“And I have faith in my sisters’ abilities. They can fly as superbly at night as by day.”

“Which is great. We came back from Dęblin as fast as our outward flight. I believe we’ll match those 310 kilometres per hour average tonight.”

*

Crossing the front at speed, they could see muzzle flashes as fighting continued below them, even at night. Fortunately, nothing was aimed at Sierra since the drones had driven a wedge through the Russian’s electronic barriers. In the distance, they could see intermittent explosions from long-range artillery shells and drone strikes. But nothing that warned the enemy a major incursion was imminent.

As Nadia and Aline followed the memorised path, occasionally looking at the digital map, Cecilija used her range of sensor jammers to carve a wider route for the ground assault to follow. Although their radar detected infrequent enemy aircraft, their own increased situational awareness and low radar signature kept them undetected.

A short distance from Sudzha, Cecilija scanned the area for enemy troops. Despite the sporadic explosions, probably where drones had targeted military installations, no troops were detected. Therefore, Nadia landed on the edge of a grass field with Aline’s assistance. The special forces jumped from the NH90 Caïman and began to secure the immediate area. Three of them launched small Black Hornet reconnaissance drones to scout towards the city. Another trio were sent to the south-west, back along their route from the front.

NH90 TTH Caïman landing troops. (Photo André BOUR) https://www.helicopassion.com/fr/03/nh90-15.htm

Almost silent, unlike other UAVs, these drones allowed the team to find the nearest defenders, who were in a house on the edge of Sudzha.

“They’re unaware of our arrival,” said Lukyan. “They look like conscripts.”

“Most of them are still asleep, oblivious to the attacks,” said Ruslan Medved. “Their officers must feel the war will never come here.”

“Not for much longer,” replied Lukyan, and then approached the other three drone operators. “Any hostiles within UAV range?”

“Permission to scout further,” asked Danylo Vasylyk. “There’s nobody within 1.5 kilometres we can see in the river mist with the camera, although it should clear as dawn approaches.”

“Move slowly to the far field boundary, then lie low before launching again nearer dawn.”

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Tuesday, August 6th – Sudzha, Kursk Oblast, Russia

Sunrise bathed the field in golden light, and birdsong filled the air. The sounds of war were hardly perceptible. The scouts had located every Russian detachment using their tiny aerial spies.

The Sierra crew had camouflaged the helicopter with netting and foliage, which could be removed quickly in an emergency. It wasn’t long before the first Russian aircraft flew over their position. But it didn’t detect the NH90 Caïman or the encamped troops in their dugouts and continued towards the front, no doubt alerted by the main incursion.

However, the special forces soon engaged the enemy to the southwest, although while some fled, the rest threw down their weapons and surrendered. The five prisoners were brought back to the main encampment, where Lukyan tried to discover what they knew about other Russian units in the area.

With the additional intel, he made a decision.

“I’m splitting the team. Five of you, selected by Sergeant Danylo Vasylyk, will remain here to help protect the NH90 Caïman and guard the prisoners. I will take the main force and engage more of the enemy in the southwest.”

“If anyone attempts to attack from Sudzha,” said Danylo, “I’ll keep you informed.”

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BMP-3M Infantry Fighting Vehicle: https://nationalinterest.org/blog/buzz/meet-russias-bmp-3m-infantry-fighting-vehicle-here-s-what-it-can-do-46482

Two hours passed before a BMP-3 and seven Russian infantry soldiers emerged from Sudzha on the road along the far side of the field.

Danylo reported to Lukyan, who said his force was returning alongside the road and would ambush the force if the enemy didn’t spot the Sierra.

Unfortunately, one of the prisoners attempted to warn the approaching Russians. One guard knocked him out, but the BMP broke through the hedge between the two forces.

Danylo instructed his men, including Cecilija, to hold fire until the enemy was nearer to the centre of the field.    

“Warning shots,” said the sergeant as the BMP reached the middle of the field. “Cecilija, try disabling the BMP by hitting the tracks.”

Her shots made the BMP stop. The troops kept the enemy pinned down, although the odd shot was returned. The BMP fired its cannon but short of the dugouts.

“They’re wary of hitting their men,” said Danylo. “Time for a gamble.” He raised his voice. “Kapitan Lysenko prepare to launch an anti-tank missile.”

The bluff led to a unanimous surrender as Russians scrambled around the vehicle, throwing weapons on the ground. The three BMP crew exited swiftly, anxious to survive the expected explosion.

The commander of the infantry combat vehicle staggered forward.

“When we realised you had that helicopter, I knew we were outnumbered,” he explained in Ukrainian. “Who is your senior officer, please?”

Danylo hesitated even though Lukyan had left him in charge. He glanced back to the Sierra, where Aline and Nadia were watching with Cecilija. Without missiles, they were outnumbered by Russians 15:8.

“I’m in charge of these men, but Kapitan Nadia Lysenko is the senior officer. What should I tell her?”

“It’s about Sudzha and the people.”

Nadia had joined them and heard the exchange.

“What do they need?” asked Nadia. “Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko has the final decision. Despite our respective ranks, he’s this mission’s senior officer.”

Could she play for time? When the fifteen other special forces returned, they would outnumber the Russians 23:15. How long before the Russians realised they still held the advantage?

**

Slava Ukrayini

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Black Hornet Drone: Ukraine’s Secret Norwegian Weapon:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kdbYeC8Phyo

#IWSG – Creative Challenge

I nearly missed this next  Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024 as I was frantically trying to finish Episode 26 of my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights. It was overdue by over two months from the last day my characters appeared on duty. However, I finished and posted it with a day to spare:

Freedom Flights: Episode 26 – Deceptive Intuition

Unfortunately, if the election of President Trump stands, Ukraine could be forced into a peace which cedes not just territory but thousands of Ukrainians who do not want to be second-class Russians. Also, Putin and other autocrats will be emboldened, and countries like Taiwan will feel threatened. What then?

Slava Ukrayini

The other writing news is I’ve drafted an acceptable query letter for my Welsh police procedural. I was unsure what books to compare it to, but I chose a series set in South Wales and a lesbian crime writer I admire. Ultimately, it must stand up in its unique way.

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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!

November 6 question – What creative activity do you engage in when you’re not writing?

It would be great to do something creative other than writing but I’m aware of a drawback or two. My fingers are not nimble enough for some activities I’ve attempted. Nor do I have the space on the desk over my bed.

A few months ago, I attempted to revive my photography which was part of my career as a journalist from my early twenties onwards… although with breaks for other careers in farming, wholesale food marketing, and the film industry. Sadly, I’m struggling to upload any recent photos. Maybe one day.

My last photo of Quetzal RIP

Many decades ago, a girlfriend taught me to knit, and I made a scarf for her. A few years later, when we had both married other people, she admitted to dismantling my only attempt at knitting.

My attempt to play the flute lasted longer, although I eventually sold that flute to a more adept player. However, I still have the wooden Nepalese flute I bought in Kathmandu… the start of my flute adventure.

Airfix Sopwith Camel
https://www.britmodeller.com/forums/index.php?/topic/235067424-airfix-sopwith-camel/

As a kid, I made a lot of plastic models from kits, mainly 1st World War biplanes, which my brother and I hung from the ceiling by thread. Making them was very fiddly so not a hobby to revisit.

My wife plays computer games that involve designing and building structures, from houses to workshops. I used to play the same games, and I’m tempted to return to them… when I’m not writing.

What should I do?

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Freedom Flights: Episode 26 – Deceptive Intuition

This is Episode 26 of Freedom Flights. This episode concludes events in early July and sets up events in August that precipitate occurrences throughout September.

Although the Kursk incursion doesn’t directly involve the Night Witches, I am unable to ignore it and so this episode’s actions lead into Episode 27, which includes Kursk as well as the first engagements with F-16s. However, the Witches might get to use other NATO jets in their arsenal.

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 26 – Deceptive Intuition

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Tuesday, July 16th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Flag of the Special Operations Forces of Ukraine
Author VileGecko’s own work, based on http://www.mil.gov.ua/ministry/simvolika-ta-nagorodi/

Nadia Lysenko and Aleks Górski discussed their possible role before entering the Squadron Command Centre for the 0600 meeting with the Special Forces team.

“They need volunteers to fly a helicopter with Special Forces troops somewhere covert,” said Nadia. “Perun from Sikorsky Brigade suggested we had the right craft for such an operation.”

“Anatol is here to help Janina Patriksson and her team modify the helicopter,” said Aleks. ”Are you ready to join a crazy crew?”

“Probably when we learn more.”

They arrived outside the Command Centre as Ruslan Medved and his comrades went in, so they joined them.

Lieutenant Petrenko was sitting beside Maksym Bondarenko and the Chayka majors. Maksym opened the briefing.

“Last night, we were unable to discuss why Special Forces needed to approach the 2022 Night Witches Squadron. I’ll let Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko explain.”

The dark-haired sturdy officer stood and surveyed the select group.

“Everything you hear here is highly classified as is everything connected to this operation. I have been tasked by my superiors within Ukraine’s Special Operations Forces with finding the best helicopter pilot to fly a crack unit behind enemy lines on a secret mission.”

“What are the criteria?” asked Perun sitting aloof from the others.

“It was suggested that someone in your Sikorsky Brigade must have the expertise to sneak in low and fast flying a suitable helicopter. Yet, you say this squadron has more modern craft and a pilot experienced at flying special forces behind enemy lines.”

Lukyan looked at Nadia.

“Kapitan Nadia Lysenko, please tell me about your military experience before joining the Night Witches?”

Nadia stood and saluted.

“Before I joined the Night Witches and became Ukrainian, sir, I served in the French Air and Space Force. I flew with the 4th Special Forces Helicopter Regiment, primarily attached to the 13th Battalion Chasseurs Alpins and saw action low-level flying a Eurocopter Cougar to get the troops in and out, sometimes flying a Eurocopter Tiger to harass and defend, like Afghanistan in 2011. Also, I flew missions in the 2nd Ivorian Civil War in 2011. Seven years later in northern Mali, I flew for the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment as my previous commander said I was ‘adept at surprising the enemy by coming in very fast and low’… a reputation I aimed to keep.”

“Impressive and no doubt exactly the pilot we need. However, can any of your helicopters here match or exceed 300 km/h?”

He grinned mischievously.

“Not in our current inventory, sir,” said Nadia. “But in the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment, I flew NH90 Tactical Transport Helicopters… abbreviated to TTH. The 4th Special Forces Helicopter Regiment took delivery of 18 in 2023, so if I could persuade either of my former commanders to lease us one, an NH90 has the speed and stealth capabilities for a covert mission into enemy territory.”

Lukyan smiled and nodded towards Maksym.

“It seems your Kapitan Lysenko knows our minds. Let me introduce everyone to Kapitan Lysenko’s former comrade, Lieutenant Aline Bonheur.” He gestured to a lithe redhead who emerged from a side door.

Nadia and Aline embraced, kissing each other twice on the cheek and exchanging a flurry of French.

Lukyan coughed politely, and the two French pilots snapped to attention.

“Apologies Lieutenant Petrenko, it’s been four months since we served together in the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment,” said Aline. “As agreed between Kyiv and Paris, I flew one NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 to a secure location in Poland where its French roundels were changed to Ukrainian roundels and trident insignia and your night camouflage were added. The NH90 is here in a ground-floor hangar bay.”

There were surprised murmurs from everyone

NH90 TTH Caïman transport helicopter of the French ALAT (Light Aviation of the Army): (Photo Stéphane GIMARD)

“Excellent. This Caïman is the French Army designation for the NH90 TTH Standard 2 variant for special ops,” said Lukyan. “As Nadia correctly observed the NH90 will match or exceed 300 km/h… with any modifications engineers can make. It also has stealth features like the infrared suppression system of exhaust gases for decreased sensory visibility against heat-seeking missiles.

“Also,” added Aline, “According to Airbus Helicopters, the NH90 possesses the lowest radar signature in its class, principally due to its diamond-shaped composite fuselage.”

Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth and Chief Warrant Officer Janina Patriksson studied schematics on one of the room’s screens.

“These NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 diagrams show a few areas where modifications could be made,” said Janina. “But I’m unsure whether we have all the right material here.”

“We probably do at Dęblin, but the University might not be such a secure location to work in unnoticed,” added Anatol.

Lukyan nodded. “That is why we came here to prepare, while the main incursion force gathers as if ready to reinforce front-line positions. However, I’m not a party yet as to where or when the incursion occurs. For now, we’ll be training while the NH90 Caïman is being modified. Any questions?”

Ruslan’s friend Danylo raised his hand.

“Where are we training? Is there a suitable area here?”

Kalyna whispered to Lukyan and he nodded.

“An all-female security unit patrols this base. Your mission is to enter at the northwest end and reach the hangar at the northeast end. Enter and identify the hostage before he or she is executed… and without all being captured or killed.”

“Should be easy,” said Danylo.

“Not when GROM, the Polish Special Forces, trained our security unit,” replied Nadia. “And some are K9 handlers.”

“This will be a night mission,” said Lukyan. “Commencing any time tonight after 2100. Both sides will use non-lethal Simunition which Chayka will supply. As usual wear body armor and headgear. I advise caution when engaging with K9s though as they are highly trained. However, if confronted by drones, shoot to disable them. If there are no questions, you are dismissed.  Debrief at 0800.”

Kalyna stood and addressed the special forces.

“If you wait here, First Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka of the Night Owls will take you to our armoury to equip you with all the Simunition supplies you’ll need tonight. Take time to familiarize yourself with the equipment. Be aware that the base is now on lockdown. Janina, the floor is yours. ”

Janina waved the two pilots over to where she and Anatol studied the schematics.

“We’ve identified where we might commence testing for modifications. Aline, I’ll call the rest of our engineering team, and you can take us to your NH90.”

*

 Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

After four hours of analyzing the modifications feasible on the NH90 Caïman, the engineering team started implementing what seemed achievable, especially when Anatol could acquire crucial equipment and materials from Dęblin.

“I’ve been worrying for an hour or more about one key oversight,” said Nadia to Aline when they slipped down to the Zvenigora Restaurant for an early evening meal.

“Which you failed to mention earlier to everyone. Why?” asked her friend.

“Because I wanted to talk to you first… alone. Do you know anything about the terms under which we’re using this helicopter? Is it still a French craft or Ukrainian? Are we meant to return it relatively unscathed? Most importantly, will our ‘improvements’ be acceptable to the ultimate owners?”

“I guess it’s still the property of the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment or French Army Light Aviation. I hope ‘our improvements’ will be appreciated. However, my commander’s parting words were ‘Don’t let any sensitive technologies fall into enemy hands or’… well you can guess what the Lieutenant colonel said.”

“What would that be, cherie?” asked a flirtatious journalist. “I’m this squadron’s friend, aren’t  I Nadia? Your friend looks to have sensitive armes d’amour.”

“Moi? I’m as lithe as a jungle cat and my claws are too sharp for you.”

“Meow. Your claws or the armaments on the NH90 you landed masterfully this morning. Tell me more about this beauty. Will you let Nadia fly her?”

At that moment, Andżelika and Estera Sówka arrived and hurriedly escorted Aaron Garcia out of the restaurant protesting his innocence so all the customers heard.

“Let’s follow,” said Nadia. “This should be interesting if I know what they’re up to.”

She paid for their meal and then they followed.

Estera turned and grinned as she spoke.

“Do you want to join this game and add some spice? You’d be perfect.”

“What’s this all about?” asked Aaron, voice wavering. “I was only flirting. It was harmless.”

“You’ll see when we’ve tied you up,” said Andżelika and chuckled.

*

Owl of Athena: Original art – Luke Hillestad              https://www.coprocartel.com/product/luke-hillestad-owl-of-athena-original-art/176

Surprised by Aaron’s sudden removal from the restaurant by her fellow Night Owls, Anhelina Tkachuk wondered if the night exercise had started. Except it was still 19.45.

“Don’t worry, you’ve got another hour,” helicopter pilot Polina Moroz said. “Plenty of time to finalise tomorrow’s arrangements to see your cousin Olha at Superhumans.”

“They’re expecting all four of us,” added Olha’s flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko. “Including Estera since she agreed to drive the old Toyota truck with the donations for the centre.”

“Five if I’m allowed to bring Quetzal?”

“Of course. She’s a service dog… who will flatten a special forces guy tonight.”

They all cheered for Anhelina’s red & white Siberian Husky.

*

Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

The special forces unit crouched off the road into the airbase ten minutes before the exercise commenced.

“What was the final Night Owls count? Any change from your tally, Ruslan?” asked Lukyan. “Remember from here on use call signs.”

“Understood Panther. No change from 12 GROM trained with four K9s.”

“OK, Lynx. Same numbers now our reinforcements were sneaked in. But they’re on home ground. Spare the Simunition as we’ve shared it out. Use unarmed combat rather than weapons. Infiltrate in fours along the four agreed routes. Slava Ukrayini.”

*

Kalyna and Vasy studied the monitors in the Saab MSHORAD as Aslög used the hidden Giraffe AMB radar to sweep the northwest end of the base, assisted by drones designed to detect armed humans.

“Strange there are now sixteen intruders. Unfortunately, we’re only observers.  However, our eighteen Owls will handle them, especially with five K9s, ensuring all approaches are covered,” said Kalyna.

“Our task,” said Vasy, “Is to ensure the real enemy doesn’t use the exercise as cover for a sneak attack. At least Sable Flight is patrolling around Lusk to protect them and us, while Gold Flight is covering Lviv’s northern flank. Everyone else is on standby. Tamila Medved volunteered to run the Command Centre tonight until I return.”

*

Lukyan looked at his watch, 2100. He directed Puma’s four on the far side of the road to infiltrate along the southern fence line.

Spotter drone: Ukraine Ramps Up FPV Drone Production Amidst Conflict – https://dronexl.co/2024/01/10/ukraine-drone-warfare-game-changer/

Then he launched a spotter drone towards the main buildings hoping to detect defenders protecting the concealed hangars. There was no movement, only a large black vehicle with ground-to-air missiles mounted ready for launch.

“Hopefully for the enemy not us,’ he whispered to his team before they moved forward a few metres in a crouch.

Silence. A solitary bird call which he struggled to identify until another answered.

“Night Owls. They’ve spotted us. But where are they?”

Suddenly a burst of gunfire shattered the calm. But the team couldn’t see anything with their night equipment.

“The shots were towards the southern fence,” said Leopard. “Will Puma cope?’

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Using the southern fence line, the Puma team made progress until gunfire forced them to crawl into cover searching for the combatants.

“Has one of our teams found the first line of defense?” asked Cheetah. “Or do we sneak past and make for the objective.”

“Mission first,” said Puma. “Anyway, we don’t have a team in the centre. Only Panther by the buildings.”

“This must be a trap,” said Cougar. “We’re wise to ignore it.”

As they continued they heard a flight of jets take off heading towards Kyiv.

The sound muffled the whispering engine of a drone overhead observing them.

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Andżelika and Estera Sówka chuckled as their two drones tracked the groups that hadn’t walked into the sound effect trap. Alicja Dubicka lowered the tape machine’s volume gradually and switched it off.

The Night Owls split into two groups of three plus a K9 unit as a less noticeable tracker while they followed the teams.

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 All three of the Panther team heard the drone at once. Jaguar got the nod to disable it

“We’ve got to be faster,” said Panther. “A real enemy would’ve killed us. I suspect the Owls have surrounded us. Our first objective is to check if that missile launcher is neutral or hostile.”

Once they had surrounded the launcher, Kalyna stepped out.

“Welcome to Chayka Field’s main ground defence, Saab’s MSHORAD. We’re just observing your exercise while watching for the real enemy. Rather than give your opponents an advantage, Lieutenant, we’ll save the tour for tomorrow.”

Saab’s Mobile Short-Range Air Defence: Saab’s Mobile Short-Range Air Defence https://militaryleak.com/2022/09/05/saabs-mshorad-mobile-short-range-air-defence-successfully-demonstrated-with-live-firing/

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Aneta Filipek and her Owl colleague, recruited at Dęblin, waited in a hidden trench for a Sówka team to appear behind the approaching intruders.

A shot winged the rear figure and his three colleagues dived for the bushes hiding the trench.

But Aneta and her colleague had perfect shots lined up, so they ordered the men to surrender as a dog growled behind the trio.

“Taika, ground,” said his handler Aldona Jagoda.

“Guess you Polish ladies outwitted us,” said Panther. “But at what cost? Half your owls to capture just a few of ours. Now you have to guard us.”

“Aneta and Aldona. Lock them up in the cellar and then join us,” said Estera.

The Panther team were escorted into the trench built under part of the main terminal. They were led through a concealed door into a small room with two beds, a stove and a kettle. At the back was a cage in which the trio were locked with water and rye bread.

“There’s a bunk bed and we’ll return before the debrief. Escape is futile with concrete all around you,” said Aneta.

Taika barked a warning.

*

Zyta Sadowska and another Owl recruit waited in a trench under an abandoned armoured car. A ladder led up to makeshift bunks. A machine gun was planned to increase the position’s strength.

Zyta was looking out of the gunport when she spied a drone scanning ahead of approaching hostiles. She was tempted to disable it, but that would give their position away.

The lead gestured at the AC and his team of four stealthily moved around the vehicle.

One fired into the trench and Zyta heard her comrade scream. Her attacker shouted, “Inside”.

She slammed the AC hatch closed and bolted the rear doors. Then as she was about to shoot the drone, one of the squadron’s capture drones neutralized it and it fell groundward. Before it hit the earth, Mariyka Shevchuk caught it in a large butterfly net.

“First successful use of our ground-launched capture device without damaging the target. Our special forces visitors should be pleased to get this back intact plus some Chayka capture drones.”

Andżelika was watching the feed from their spotter drone which none of the escaping quartet had noted.

“They’re heading across the runway to the control tower where I hope Estera’s group are waiting to spring the next trap.”

*

Confronted by the woodland behind the terminal, Ruslan and the Lynx team had reached the same conclusion as Danylo and the Ocelot team.

“If they hide jets in here, Owls are going to be tough to find before they wing us,” said Ruslan. ”Lynx team will take the northern perimeter while Ocelot skirts the buildings thus evading the trees.”

Everyone agreed to regroup at the end of the woodland before the final approach to the hangar.

*

There was almost no light in the hangar, a single bulb where the three hostages were tied in chairs fastened to a central girder.

The rest of the space was dark except where shafts of moonlight revealed skeletons of ancient planes, covered with a shroud of cobwebs.

Aaron glanced into the shadows where he feared the guards were lurking and listening to his questions. Why didn’t Nadia or Aline know anything?

He leaned closer so the guards couldn’t hear.

“Is it something about this NH90 Caïman? I’ve seen one before when the Spanish  Army took delivery of its HT-29 Caimáns in December 2014. Back then, I did a lot of research to write a complimentary in-depth review. They were the NH90 Gslot PA TTH variant, an earlier model than yours.”

“Did you notice any differences worth mentioning in your paper?” asked Nadia. “Remind me of your magazines, please Aaron?”

“Mainly ‘Vuelo del Águila’ but a few others feel the coverage helps. Variations on helicopters always interest enthusiasts… like your craft seems to have larger fuel tanks and different gun mounts. Without you saying more Aline… or  cherie Nadia, it’s not much of a story.”

Neither pilot responded so Aaron was left dreaming up another ploy.

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Lieutenant Petrenko was surprised to be released from the cellar by Major Kalyna Chayka and escorted to the Squadron Command Centre where Major Vasy Chayka was waiting with new orders.

“Your superiors within Ukraine’s Special Operations Forces have requested you and your men return to your base of operations with the NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 piloted by Lieutenant Bonheur and Kapitan Lysenko.”

“What will happen to the modifications which were incomplete last night? We were due a delivery of crucial equipment and materials from Dęblin.”

Vasy and Kalyna discussed the issue and Vasy gave their conclusion.

“Identify the key personnel you need to complete the modifications and your assignment. Then your most crucial will fly in your NH90 and when the delivery arrives from Dęblin the rest can follow by the most efficient means.”

Lukyan nodded, accepting the orders but he had a final question.

“Why the sudden change of plans?”

“It was your superiors’ decision. Please ask them.”

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Wednesday, July 17th – Helicopter Hangar Bay, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2: https://raids.fr/premium/helicopteres-nh90-caiman-4e-rhfs/

Fifteen special forces troops and two pilots stood beside the NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 at 0600 when Lukyan Petrenko and Kalyna Chayka entered the Hangar Bay. Everyone saluted, and then Lukyan addressed them.

“It was unfortunate last night‘s exercise was called off, but this means the real action will be soon. Although we are leaving  Chayka Field, some of their engineers are following shortly with the means to make our NH90 faster and stealthier. Major Chayka wishes to say a few words.”

Kalyna saluted Lukyan and then spoke.

“We are glad to be helping you first, by lending you our best helicopter pilot, Kapitan Nadia Lysenko, whom I know will do everything to ensure your safe return. Second, we are sending our best engineers with Dęblin’s Anatol Krakarth to help make your NH90 so stealthy and swift the enemy won’t see you coming. Whatever your mission is we at Chayka Field all wish you success. Teach our enemies a deadly lesson they won’t forget and may your actions hasten the peace we strive for.

She paused then shouted, “Slava Ukraini”

Everyone cried out, “Heroiam slava!.”

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Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Anhelina Tkachuk never missed her morning exercise routine with Quetzal. Her red & white Siberian Husky thrived on the daily sessions and today they faced a three-hour road trip to the Superhumans Center in Wynnyky near Lviv.

She had a sleepless night worrying about seeing her cousin Olha after her amputated left arm had been replaced with a prosthesis. The noise from a helicopter leaving the base around 0630 had triggered her fear of Olha ever flying again.

She slumped on the ground and Quetzal leaned her head on Anhelina’s chest.

Siberian Husky: Image Credit: Aleksandr Abrosimov, Shutterstock

“Are you okay, Anhelina? At least Quetzal is guarding you.”

From the curved prosthetic foot, she knew Polina Moroz had been running.

“I took a break after my workout. Are the others waiting?”

“Olha’s flight leader Adriana went to help Estera refuel the old Toyota truck we all loaded with the donations for Superhumans”

The sound of a vehicle approaching made them look towards the entrance. The Polish truck drew closer and Polina waved, recognizing the two helicopter instructors from Dęblin, Brajan Rudawski and Igor Dubicki.

 “I guess you want Anatol. He’s in the Blackhawk hangar, the one with open doors.”

“Correct. We’ve brought the equipment and materials he wanted,” said Igor. “If Aleks is around, can you tell her I’m here, please?”

“We’re leaving for Lviv shortly, but we’ll pass on a message.”

Anhelina, Quetzal and Polina cut through the terminal to reach the Toyota and met Kalyna.

“The Dęblin truck has arrived so we told the guys where Anatol was,” said Polina. “Igor wants to see Aleks, but we’re leaving for Superhumans—”

“To see Olha Tkachuk. Wish her love and strength from all of us. We miss her and want her back in full health. Travel safely, sisters.” Kalyna paused and then added, ”I’ll ensure Aleks sees Igor. She hasn’t taken Nadia’s departure at all well.”

At the rear of the terminal, Polina, Anhelina and Quetzal climbed into the Toyota where Estera and Adriana were estimating how long the journey took.

They drove around to the front of the terminal. The Blackhawk was outside being loaded with the delivery from Dęblin by the engineers and crew. They waved to everyone before leaving the base and heading for the H17 southwards.

Having found Aleks sitting alone and brooding in Alpha Tiger, Kalyna told her that Igor needed her where the Blackhawk was being loaded. She led her there hoping Igor could lift Alek’s mood.  She let the couple talk while she went to find the helicopter’s crew.

They were discussing which passengers to take. Kalyna handed the flight instructions from Special Forces to the pilots Captain Henrika Visser and Lieutenant Beitris Berengar.

“Is all that equipment restricting your passengers to less than must go, Henrika?”

“Yes. We’re down to six, but Anatol needs Janina, Mariyka and her three flight engineers, plus the two instructors from Dęblin. We must drop two of those and can’t agree on who is dispensable.”

Looking around the gathered group, Kalyna made a risky decision.

“ Are your two gunners needed? Isn’t anyone else able to cover that role?”

Cecilija Lusk whispered to her colleague who nodded.

“We could be replaced by some here,” said Cecilija adding, “ Aren’t engineers more crucial to this mission?”

Kalyna nodded and Henrika said, “The engineers loaded correctly and I’m sure two or more of them can fire these guns.”

Brajan stepped forward. “Igor and I instructed our helicopter cadets on various armaments with the assistance of weapons officers.”

“If you can persuade your colleague to leave his friend,” said Henrika, “we would be ready to fly.”

Blackhawk: https://defensayarmas.blogspot.com/2018/06/helicoptero-mh-60m-black-hawk.html

As he moved towards them, he realised Aleks was holding back tears as she spoke to Igor.

“I know you must go. Help ensure their NH90 can complete its mission and return with everyone safe.”

“We’ll do all we can,” said Igor. “Please forget your premonition.”

He hugged her and then kissed her passionately before walking to the Blackhawk with Brajan.

“What premonition?”

“Aleks fears never seeing Nadia alive again. She saw Nadia lying naked and dead in a row of murdered Ukrainian soldiers.”

**

FCA 3,863 Words

Slava Ukraini

WEP Paranormal Pumpkins

Here are some pumpkins for the WEP Halloween Flash Fiction Special Challenge 2024, HORRORFEST!

I’ve been missing the bi-monthly WEP-IWSG challenge so I welcome another brain puzzler. Puzzling as I was unsure whether to set the tale in Wales with a case for Sparkle & Kama, or with my Witches in Ukraine, or Skadi in Scandinavia. As some of you may have noticed, I did continue with episodes set against the war in Ukraine even when the Challenges ceased.

But there’s a large gap before 2022, so I give you a 1960 Canadian Halloween with a difference.

Tagline: How should a Canadian-Ukrainian family deal with demonic pumpkins invading their Halloween celebration?

Paranormal Pumpkins

1960

Monday, October 31st – Chayka Air, Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada

Cold Lake 1950s. Photo: CFB Cold Lake.

Eight-year-old Galina Kohut wondered why her father Stepan worked on the hangar roof on Dido Anton’s 60th birthday. She nudged her cousin Alisa. Four years older, she was inquisitive.

“With so much to do before the party, why is my tato mending roofs?”

“Maybe it was something that creepy man told him,” Alisa paused making Galina shiver, then giggle. “You don’t believe me?”

“He was a scruffy man looking for work.”

“Don’t scoff, Gali. He was a magic man. Watch out at midnight when he summons the witch Baba Yaga.”

They ran screaming into the house.

Baba Yaga, from Vasilisa the Beautiful – Artist
Ivan Bilibin  (1876–1942)

In the kitchen, Kalyna and Vasy were preparing the evening’s celebratory meal with Anton’s nieces as they knew the family’s traditional dishes for this occasion. However, the sisters were free to add their touches.

“Sounds like the kids are getting into the Halloween spirit,” said Vasy.

“As long as the Veles rites aren’t forgotten,” added Kalyna.

“Nor Uncle Anton’s birthday surprises,” said his oldest niece, Polina.

Kalyna’s eleven-year-old son Boris wandered into the kitchen with his friend Artem. Both hovered near the food looking hopeful.

“Are you boys after cookies to stay alive?” asked Kalyna. Then hearing other voices next door, added, ”Take that plate on the side. I expect your fathers wanted some too.”

“There’s just one each,” said Polina. “That includes your sisters.”

Denys Kohut and his friend Marko Shevchenko welcomed the cookies having finished decorating the dining room and hallway for the evening.

“Better eat outside,” said Marko as Galina and Alisa homed in on the cookies.

Luckily with one cookie left, Stepan finished on the hangar roof.

“Did you fix the leak?” asked Denys.

“Eventually. What did you think I was doing?”

“Alisa said you were trying to magic a witch,” said Galina.

Her father chuckled.

“I’m not crazy, Gali. If there are any witches, then the pumpkins would fly.”

As they walked inside, Galina whispered to Artem.

“My titka is a witch. Auntie makes people fly.”

*

There was not only enough room in the spacious dining room for all the Kohut family and friends but also empty places for departed loved ones. The table was laden with the fruits of the cooks’ labours.

As the head of the household, Denys greeted everyone.

“On this Veles Night spirits of our ancestors visit their descendants sharing their power and blessing us. Tonight, the border between the worlds becomes thinner letting the ancestral spirits and the spirits of descendants unite into one. It is a family holiday. Departed friends and ancestors come to us, tonight’s meal is for you.”

Kalyna lit a candle in the main window to guide the spirits to the feast.

The family patriarch, Anton made the traditional blessing of the food before everyone helped themselves to savoury delicacies, borscht, meat and fish dishes, stuffed peppers, cabbage rolls, and blood sausage.

Blood sausage – https://dandkmotorsports.com/blood-sausage-recipes-how-to-cook/

Kompot for everyone and alcoholic Kvas were the drinks of choice, though there were a few cries for beer and pop.

The children suppressed their craving for dessert. Soon their wish was granted with pancakes, honey cakes, and chocolate roulade.

Then the special cake.

“As today is Dido Anton’s 60th birthday,” said Polina, “we made his favourite fruit cake with ingredients sourced from the far reaches of the world… well, Canada. So, there are berries from the Arctic.”

Desserts were abandoned for Anton’s cake.

When everyone had a generous slice, he stood.

“I know we are gathered for other reasons, but my daughter-in-law Kalyna flew me here from Canora on this special day. My sons and their wives have always said I can make my home here, which is wonderful. Perhaps it is time to retire here and leave the business in younger hands.  I must thank you all for being here and for this delicious feast. Let’s discuss the future tomorrow as I have a vision. Lastly, soon it will be time for children of all ages to don their magical costumes and brave the night.”

He sat down with a mischievous smile and ate his cake.

*

Two Kings and a Queen gathered their band of elves, dwarves, and a faun to venture into the darkness.

A flight of dragons roared into the night ahead of them.

“Never fear,” said Queen Vasy. “Those dragons defend us.”

Flight of Dragons: CF-104 Starfighters at RCAF Station Cold Lake, 1962. Photo: CFB Cold Lake.

Her band giggled and charged along the street towards the first door with welcoming kegs piled with fruit.

The owner, a portly ogre greeted them.

“No trickery, please. Pick some fruit and you’ll receive a piece of candy each.”

He noticed the orange ‘Trick or Treat for UNICEF’ box around the faun’s neck and slipped a dollar bill in the slot.

“The children will thank you,” said Faun Artem. “King Marko values every cent.”

“UNICEF does a valuable job raising money for vaccines, educational materials and other aid for children,” said the generous ogre. “It’s a clever addition to Trick or Treat.”

The band skipped down the street to the next decorated house, where Elf Alisa wore the orange box.

*

An hour later, a tired and happy band of adventurers, some riding royal steeds, approached home, mission accomplished.

Suddenly a large pumpkin flew into their path. It hovered its jagged teeth leering at them.

The Demonic Pumpkin: http://www.artstation.com

The smaller children screamed but Stepan drew his sword and stabbed it. Oozing orange guts, the pumpkin retreated.

When two more appeared, bigger and uglier, Artem and Boris stood their ground. Behind them, Alisa and Galina shielded Danyil.

https://www.reddit.com/r/SquaredCircle/comments/780egj/i_carved_another_pumpkin_this_time_demon_

“We’ll all mash you,” shouted the children brandishing daggers.

Stepan and Marko challenged the demons.

“Never show fear,” said Vasy nearest the door. “I’ll summon help.”

As everyone harassed the demonic pumpkins, Kalyna stepped outside.

https://norabpeevy.blogspot.com/2011/10/demon-carved-my-pumpkins-photo-essay.html

Four more orange nightmares appeared.

Baron Samedi

 Kalyna raised her arms.

“Begone puny pumpkins back to your patch. Beware a Night Witch from the forests of Ukraine.”

The pumpkins stopped and then flew over the hangar roof and disappeared.

Artem hugged Galina.

“You said your titka was a powerful witch.”

**

MPA 1,000 words

For other WEP October Horrorfest flash stories visit:

https://writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com/2024/10/wep-halloween-flash-fiction-special.html

#IWSG – Ghostly Tale

It’s time for yet another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024, and I’m hoping you’re prepared to be scared. The witching time draws nearer.

Unlike my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights, which is overdue by over two months from the last day my characters appeared on duty. As I aim to write a Halloween WEP flash, it may require some juggling to give it a Ukraine angle, although some of my characters are Witches.

Slava Ukrayini

The other writing news is I’m struggling to devise an acceptable query letter for my police procedural. I’m unsure what books to compare it to, although it must stand up in its unique way.

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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!

October 2 question – Ghost stories fit right in during this month. What’s your favorite classic ghostly tale? Tell us about it and why it sends chills up your spine.

I’ve spent a few days pondering about my favourite classic ghost stories, eliminating some for length like Dracula and Frankenstein and others for being in the wrong season like A Christmas Carol.

Some authors had written numerous scary classics like Poe, Henry James, M R James, Lovecraft, Le Fanu, and even H G Wells… and four female authors are often overlooked, Elizabeth Gaskell, Rhoda Broughton, Margaret Oliphant, and Edith Nesbit. There are even foreign writers and numerous more modern writers to confuse my choice.

The more I remembered, the more I returned to my first choice.

However, I must mention Ambrose Bierce’s ‘An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge’ which is not a ghost story, but its twist ending makes me wonder how to classify it. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/An_Occurrence_at_Owl_Creek_Bridge

My original choice was The Monkey’s Paw by W W Jacobs which scared me when I first heard it many decades ago. It’s not as frightening or creepy as many others, but the simple formula of being granted three wishes that will end tragically makes it memorable. It’s also a formula cleverly used for an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. There have been numerous radio and television adaptations, including this 1988 Channel 4 short:

The story revolves around the White family, after Sergeant-Major Morris, a seasoned traveler, introduces the ominous monkey’s paw to them. Said to be cursed by an old fakir, the paw grants its holder three wishes, but with a dire warning: the fulfilment of these wishes brings unforeseen and tragic consequences.

If you wish to know more, but don’t have 30 minutes to watch the short film here are two rabbit holes:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Monkey%27s_Paw

The Monkey’s Paw Summary, Themes and Characters

The latter includes interesting thoughts on themes worth exploring.

Apologies if you aren’t scared.

Maybe my October WEP post might work.

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The awesome co-hosts for the October 2 posting of the IWSG are Nancy Gideon, Jennifer Lane, Jacqui Murray, and Natalie Aguirre!

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 25 – Irreversible Path – Part 5

This is the final part of Episode 25 of Freedom Flights. This part concludes events in early July when various key incidents occurred in Europe and the USA. As foreshadowed in the last scene of  Episode 24, the monthly movie night closes the episode.

Episode 26 will attempt to cover events from August up to early September without resorting to multiple parts. However, the Kursk incursion doesn’t directly involve the Night Witches… or something that happens here will.

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 on the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 25 – Irreversible Path

2024

PART 5 – Versatile Deception

Saturday, July 13th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

071211-N-9623R-006 .FORT HUNTER LIGGETT, Calif. (Dec. 11, 2007) Seabees from Naval Mobile Construction Battalion (NMCB) 17 assist in loading fellow Seabees into a Blackhawk medical evacuation helicopter during a mass casualty drill. NMCB-17 and other units are taking part in joint three-week field exercise known as “Operation Bearing Duel.” U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Kenneth W. Robinson (Released)

It was dark when Captain Henrika Visser landed the Black Hawk at Chayka Field with the assistance of Lieutenant Beitris Berengar. On the trip from Lviv, they had all felt dejected having left Olha Tkachuk awaiting an arm amputation. Her flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko, had insisted on staying by her side as long as she was allowed.

However, the Night Owl medics Zyta Sadowska and Alicja Dubicka flew back in the helicopter, along with Estera Sówka. Sable Flight had escorted them back safely, landing between the farmers’ fields before being marshalled to their safe stands in the woodland. There they noticed some unexpected Sukhoi Su-24s, perhaps the unexpected visitors.

The darkness hid Estera’s fear from the other Owls. She had understood when Adriana wanted to be with Olha, but now she would be alone telling Anhelina Tkachuk about her cousin. Her heart thumped harder than ever. Hopefully, the right opportunity will arise.

Crew and medics led the way inside beyond the deceptively rusty doors, through which the ground crew moved the Black Hawk.

Kalyna and Vasy welcomed everyone and having left Henrika and her flight crew to discuss technical operations with their maintenance team, led the medics off for a debrief in the Command Centre.

“The incident at Myrhorod Air Base sounded medically traumatic,” said Kalyna. “It’s always tough when our own are killed or severely wounded. This was the second flight to be decimated like this. First Sable was wiped out leaving Maryna Sobol and Katia Antonov to recover. Now Adriana Pavlenko sees Blue Flight almost destroyed and must be afraid Olha Tkachuk may never fly again.”

“Which is where I can help,” said Estera. “First, by telling Olha’s cousin Anhelina Tkachuk what’s happened. Then by persuading her to encourage Olha not to give up flying.”

“Talk to Polina Moroz,” said Vasy. “She’s flying a helicopter again despite having a prosthetic leg. Like Polina was, Olha should be sent to Superhumans for her prosthetic arm.”

Zyta whispered a reminder to her fellow medic, Alicja, who then said,

“After being at Myrhorod Air Base, we discussed how we needed similar if not better medical facilities here.”

“Over the last few days,” added Henrika at the door. “It’s felt like we’ve been operating a MEDEVAC service with the Black Hawk. Maybe we should offer that regularly as we have  the trained medics.”

“One problem,” said Estera. “We were dependent on Polish doctors while at Dęblin. We need one of our own. I have an idea if I have permission.”

Everyone agreed and they all left the Command Centre.

“Time to eat as long as the canteen is still serving hot food at 2300,” said Henrika. “Aren’t we coming off overtime?”

The canteen was crowded and Estera said she’d better find Anhelina and maybe Polina.

A group of male pilots were holding court near the bar.

“It’s a shame you ladies didn’t qualify to fly F-16s,” said the black-haired pilot at the centre of the fuss. “Instead, my squadron will fly some of Ukraine’s first F-16s in a few weeks. First, we need our Sukhoi Su-24s”

He grinned and slicked back his oiled hair.

“It’s a shame you ignored the warnings about our short runway,” said Mariyka Shevchuk. “Now our main runway is blocked by two of your Sukhoi Su-24s… and you expect me and my engineers to deal with them. What do you think Commanders?”

Vasy approached the cocky pilot.

“Last time I met you, Kapitan Andriy Oliynyk, you and your 41st Tactical Aviation Brigade colleagues were seducing the F-16 trainers. A pity you didn’t learn any manners before you came here.”

“You might also have discovered what happened at your base today,” added Kalyna. “While you were obstructing our runway, the Russians sent some ORLAN 10 drones to recce Kalyniv—”

“So, they bombed it, and we’re stuck here?” guessed Andriy.

“Fortunately, no. Our spotters called in one of our Tigers which neutralized them. So, you can all leave in the morning.”

He glanced at his flight who nodded.

“Tomas will lead our survivors back to Kalyniv. But Fedir and I must stay until your engineers have repaired—”

“No, you will be flown back in the helicopter collecting our spotters.”

Polina Moroz winked and stepped forward. “Permission to fly to Kalyniv, commanders.”

She made a point of revealing her prosthetic leg as she moved, shocking Andriy.

“I won’t fly with her. Isn’t there another?”

“Possibly. But Polina not only flew the Tiger that saved Kalyniv, but she’s an ace goal scorer.”

**

Saab 340 AEWC, Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Saab 340B AEW&C: https://www.gladiusds.com/modern-military-aircraft/aircraft/c4istar/saab-340-aewc/

Marusya Dudziarz and Tayanita Brave Beaver thanked the crew of the Saab 340 AEWC for an instructive flight before disembarking.

Colonel Alfhild Falkborg followed them outside and upstairs to the old Night Witches office. Inside at a paper-strewn table, Maksym Bondarenko and Aenoheso Little Hawk were still working with another Ukrainian officer.

“Your code is brilliant, Aenoheso,” said the officer. “Using every known means including computers we can’t break it. Maybe the odd word, but the Russians will be stumped.”

Seeing Tayanita, Aenoheso embraced her friend.

“The secret starting point was taking six native languages from both Americas. You were correct earlier in presuming our inspiration was the Code Talkers of the World Wars.”

“We were right, Maksym, to see the Night Witches as a treasure to be nurtured,” said Alfhild. “Their drone interceptors worked perfectly and have recovered a dozen ORLANs to analyze and replicate with improvements. No doubt portable ground-launched interceptors will be next.”

“As some were launched hundreds of kilometres from their targets, I’m hoping our engineers can identify their origin,” said Marusya. “Once more crucial questions are answered.”

Alfhild studied a map on which Maksym had marked all the airfields suitable for F-16s and those the Russians had recently targeted.

“Your squadrons have got to outwit them by continuously moving between bases. After today it seems imperative you stop them taking runways out using ORLAN type drones or persistent cluster bombing.”

Maksym nodded. “Two incidents alone worried me. The first was when a squadron blocked Chayka Field’s main runway through the lead pilot’s error. The second was at Myrhorod Air Base when the Russians succeeded in destroying three of our MiG-29s and making that runway unusable for days… tragically with four casualties—”

“Three Night Witches, two dead and one who may never fly. I want to use my position within the Swedish Airforce to persuade Saab they need someone who knows Gripens and the Night Witches in Ukraine.”

“Do you mean yourself, Alfhild, or the trainers Major Ottillia Elmersson and Kapten Pernilla Eklund who were here in Dęblin? But even Swedish advisors must be a political decision.”

“I may be out of order,” said Marusya. “We have foreign nationals in the Witches, all of whom became Ukrainians. Isn’t that another solution?

“Nothing can be decided immediately. We need to talk to your squadron leaders, Marusya. It would be good if you were there too, Maksym. Then I must talk to people in Sweden, including my father. My dream is Night Witches flying Gripens, preferably at least one flight of Es.”

“I’m sure I can persuade Air Command West that Gripens can replace the Night Witches’ after F-16s arrive in early August.”

**

Sunday, July 14th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Siberian Husky: Image Credit: Aleksandr Abrosimov, Shutterstock

Estera and Polina found Anhelina Tkachuk exercising Quetzal, her Siberian Husky, around the agility course. They persuaded her to sit in a shady and secluded spot to talk.

“I’ve expected this,” said Anhelina. “It’s impossible to ignore the rumours about Blue Flight being wiped out. My cousin, Olha Tkachuk never returned from the exercise… nor did Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko, the Flight Leader. I’m right and just when we met again.”

Estera shook her head.

“I was with both Olha and Adriana last night and both were alive and wanting to see you. However, Olha was injured so needs to recover first.”

“Stop avoiding telling me how badly, I need to know, please.”

Polina reached out and took her hand.

“No worse than mine.” She placed Anhelina’s hand on her covered knee, gradually revealing her leg as she talked. “Her arm must be amputated, but the same doctors at Superhumans who gave me this amazing prosthetic leg will give Olha an equally incredible prosthetic arm. I will come with you when she is ready to receive visitors.”      

“Thank you, Polina. I hope together we can persuade Olha to keep flying somehow. Will you come as well, Estera?”

“Of course.”

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SW-4 Puszczyk – by Łukasz Golowanow, Konflikty.pl

Two nervous passengers waited by the Puszczyk wondering who their pilot would be.                                          

Kalyna and Vasy appeared escorting Polina in her helicopter flight suit and clutching her helmet.  Andriy whispered to Fedir before addressing the commanders.

“Rather than inconvenience your busy helicopter pilots, we can take the bus from Lutsk.”

“Pity as we arranged a fighter escort… to ensure our precious pilot was safe,” said Vasy.

A flight of MiG-29s took off behind the base and circled low over the field.

“You value your pilots it seems,” said Fedir.

“All pilots even slow-learners,” said Kalyna. “Some might say the cost in UAF lives seems minimal compared to the heavy casualties among front-line infantry. But every pilot takes years to train and each aircraft costs millions, so we all hurt with every loss.”

“A valuable lesson I won’t ever forget. Thank you,” said Andriy, climbing into the Puszczyk.

Another pilot, Odrija Kalniņa, also fully kitted took the controls.

“I’ll be close behind in Bravo Tiger,” said Polina, crossing to where Marusya was waiting in the larger helicopter.

As the aerial squad took off and headed south, Kalyna turned to Vasy.

“I hope those guys have learnt the real value of lives, and won’t think our escort is just for them when it’s mutual protection.”

**

Myrhorod Air Base, Poltava Oblast, Ukraine

Despite the crippling heat, First Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka and explosives expert Zofia Bukowska finished helping the Myrhorod ground crews remove the wreckage of Blue Flight MiG-29s from the main runway.

At the same time, any fragments that were possibly the mortal remains of the dead pilots were placed in two body bags, labelled either Sergeant Taisia Kovalchuk or Private Halyna Boyka. These were loaded onto two Golf Griffon’s stretchers for the flight back to Chayka Field.

Meanwhile, the K9 units, Alyona Jabłońska with Zeb her Bloodhound, and Kseniya Łaska with Nyx her Doberman found the missing mechanics had been injured. Fortunately, Doctor Yevhen Baran treated them and said they’d be on duty the next morning.

When he received the two reports, Major Illya Medved began to relax, relieved that Myrhorod Air Base was operational again.

“There’s only the wrecked MiG-29 blocking access to the furthest dispersal hardstands,” reported his Senior Chief Mechanic, Stepan Marchenko. “But we can do that ourselves, Major if these ladies wish to leave.”

“We are grateful for everyone’s assistance but need to get home,” said Kapitan Nadia Lysenko. “However, next week we will send a salvage vehicle to remove any parts that can be used for repairs by our amazing engineers. Please keep what you can.”

“I would love to come with you if you have room.  Until those bodies are home, I don’t feel I’ve fulfilled my promise to Kapitan Pavlenko. Plus, I must see my daughter, Lieutenant Tamila Medved.” He paused and choked back on some words. “…never see again.”

“You’re welcome if you’re sure and someone can take over,” said Nadia. “We’ll leave when you’ve let your Number Two and flight leaders know. We’ll ensure you get back safely.”

Illya left and Nadia went to talk to Aleks Górski about ensuring that no drones were about.

Inside Alfa Tiger, they monitored the area.

“I noticed this base has a Yak-52B Trainer that can be a great Drone hunter,” said Nadia. “Their 52B has UB-32 pods for unguided rockets but can be easily adapted for our interceptors by their mechanics.”

File photo of a Ukrainian Yak-52. (Image via Militaryi)

Aleks checked various screens. “We have enough interceptors for one more swarm of ORLAN drones, but the Griffon has a spare stash of a dozen. Those could be adapted for the Yak if Xenia agrees.”

On the Griffon, Captain Xenia Ahlberg agreed to release the stash after discussing the plan with her co-pilot Lieutenant Acacia Berntsen and Flight Engineer Iryna Forsberg. Senior Chief Mechanic Stepan Marchenko understood how the interceptors would work with the Yak-52B.

When the Major returned he told Stepan to proceed.

Xenia welcomed Illya on board.

“We’re pleased you’re flying with our mixed crew including our two K9s.”

He sat in the seat next to Alyona and Zeb her Bloodhound rested his head on Illya’s knee.

“I presume the K9s are the honour guard for these late brave pilots we’re escorting home.”

**

Monday, July 15th –  Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Lieutenant Tamila Medved followed Kapitan Mariyka Shevchuk through the trees after Green Flight’s night patrol. Even a slight breeze rustling through the leaves couldn’t banish the night heat.

Inside they were told Vasy would debrief them later, so they headed for the canteen hoping it was open for pre-dawn breakfast.

“I expect you’re looking forward to your grand opening of the first Zvenigora Restaurant on a Ukrainian airbase this evening.”

“Excited and apprehensive. I’m glad Sergei has been here to help over the last few weeks. We were ready when I left, but I’ll check before I rest… after eating.”

The four Green Flight pilots were served breakfast and were enjoying it when Vasy approached unseen.

“Don’t 2022 Night Witches Squadron salute senior officers?” asked a gruff male voice.

They stopped eating and sprung to attention, saluting Major Vasy Chayka and a male UAF major.

Tamila stared at her father, unsure how to react other than a speechless surprise. Instead, Vasy made formal introductions.

“Major Illya Medved, may I introduce Green Flight? Kapitan Mariyka Shevchuk, our test pilot and senior engineer, Private Inna Gavrilyuk, Private Svitlana Kravchenko, and Lieutenant Tamila Medved, one of our ace pilots… and of course, most importantly your daughter.” She paused and then added, “Tamila you may greet your father. Everyone else, if there’s nothing to report, you are debriefed and dismissed.”

Tamila kissed her father on the cheeks and then they embraced.

 “What brings the Commander of Myrhorod Air Base here? Not to discipline your daughter for leaving an elite squadron to join a minor all-female squadron.”

“It was a risky decision. But it’s not why I’m here, although it was a chance to see one of my exceptional children. It was my duty to see the remains of two heroes brought here.”

“Our sisters Sergeant Taisia Kovalchuk and Private Halyna Boyka of Blue Flight. The tragic events were at Myrhorod. I should have remembered it was your squadron’s base.”

“Not when we get moved around. Last I heard you Night Witches were in Poland training on F-16s. Yet here you are flying MiG-29s from an unusual base. Your commanders have promised me a tour today with some interesting revelations.”

When Vasy reappeared with Kalyna and two familiar visitors, Tamila asked if she could join them.

“Green Flight has light duties today,” said Vasy. “So, sleep and meet us in the Command Centre at 0730 ready to drive us.”

Tamila saluted the five superior officers.

*

When she joined the same officers at 0900, Colonel Maksym Bondarenko was talking to her father.

“Illya, this is the only Ukrainian squadron to have flown Saab Gripens in combat. That was in the early months of the war before the Russians registered we had two flights.”

“Including Tamila?”

“I only flew a CF-18A Hornet in combat back then. But then trained on a Gripen C briefly in Poland.”

“So, given a choice of any jet,” asked her father, a Sukhoi Su-27 enthusiast. “Although, you may not have many hours in every one, what do you prefer?”

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

“Even though other squadrons want F-16s, I’d choose the Gripen E like most of my sisters,”

Colonel Alfhild Falkborg laughed.

“Good response, especially as I’m working hard to ensure this will be the first elite Ukrainian squadron flying Gripen Es in combat… unless the threat brings peace.”

Everyone applauded, although Tamila wondered if it was for Witches in Gripens, peace, but her gut said both.

“On that note, we should start on the tour,” said Kalyna. “If this heatwave continues, we can’t delay. We’ll take the Toyota if you follow me, please.”

*

https://wikimapia.org/6214889/Lutsk-Airport

Illya was amazed at the base in daylight. Weeds had grown through taxiways. The paint on the facades of the old terminal buildings was peeling. Signs of rust were everywhere.

Except on the well-kept aircraft, he’d occasionally seen.

The main runway needed repairs, although MiG-29s were designed to cope with Soviet-era strips. But wasn’t it distracting having a lively dog-agility arena on one side, and a showjumping training arena on the other?

“This doesn’t look like an elite airbase just a training area for K9s and police horses.”

“Are you sure that’s what enemy drones will see,” asked Maksym. “Ignore the smoke and mirrors.”

As he looked harder, Illya saw the shiny hinges on the rusty doors, behind which must be helicopter hangers. Hidden in the undergrowth were guards armed probably with MANPADS and rifles. Then he noted an unobtrusive radar on a high roof, and as they approached a hidden corner of a side building, an armoured truck with a missile array on its roof.

“That’s Saab’s MSHORAD,” said Alfhild. “A mobile shield that will transform ground-based air defence. Inside is an operator scanning the area with that mobile radar on the roof for threats. If she spots an intruder of any kind the base is alerted. If ordered MSHORAD launches its missiles.”

Suddenly a flight of MiG-29s took off from beyond the trees, flying low towards the north-east.

Kalyna jumped out of the truck and ran inside MSHORAD, followed by Illya. Inside she spoke to the operator.

“Did MSHORAD just spot an intruder, Aslög? Is that why the flight went to investigate?”

Aslög pointed at a slow-moving object on the screen.

“It now moving more like a ground vehicle. I’ll alert Estera and the Owls to intercept them.”

“Tell your partner to keep me informed, please.”

Outside, Kalyna had Tamila drive them back.

As they parked, Estera rang to say the guys in the truck had come from Dęblin, so she’d take them to the Command Centre.

“Impressive tour,” said Illya. “Your base would be hard to find and I guess your jets are dispersed among the trees, using local roads as runways… something we should do.”

“A tactic learnt from our Swedish friends.”

“Whose MSHORAD was impressive too… especially if they didn’t say they were coming.”

“Unless the Zvenigora Restaurant invited them for tonight’s opening.”

Estera showed a group of familiar and unfamiliar figures into the room.

Illya hesitated but Tamila rushed up to a stocky young man neither had seen since February 2022, his son, her brother.

“Ruslan, I never dreamt we’d meet here… and with tato. What brings you here?”

“It’s wonderful to see you. I knew you were a Night Witch. But tato here too?”

Illya hugged his two oldest children and then looked at Ruslan’s companions.

Vasy greeted three of them

“Brajan, Igor and Anatol, we know why you’re here. Unless I’m wrong Nadia, Aleks, and Mariyka will want to see you. Can you please find them, Estera?”

Maksym was talking with another man and Kalyna suddenly remembered him.

“Perun from the Sikorsky Brigade.”

“It was hard finding the Night Witches, but your Polish friends helped us, We hope you can help. Ukraine’s Special Operations Forces need your best helicopter pilot. Someone to fly a crack unit behind enemy lines on a secret mission.”

Maksym chuckled.

“They asked the Sikorsky Brigade and you remembered a flight in a Tiger. You’re after Nadia—”

“Unless you’ve someone better at sneaking in low and fast?”

At that moment Nadia, Aleks, and Mariyka entered the Command Centre and registered the gathering. Nadia’s eyes flicked from Brajan to Perun.

“This has to be about a helicopter.” She glanced at the Special Forces badges and Anatol before adding, “That needs modifying for a mission… plus a crazy crew.”

Perun nodded but Kalyna looked at the time.

“However, we must talk later when we have more time for what sounds crucial. We have a restaurant opening and move screening to attend now and you’re all invited.”

**

Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

All the staff from Dęblin were there to ensure the launch went smoothly. Agnieszka had closed the Polish branch and brought Sabina and Tomas to assist her, although Sergei was now the Chayka Field manager, assisted by Mariyka when she could escape her Night Witch duties.

Every table was booked in advance, but Sergei and Agnieszka had catered for extra guests. Mariyka and her sister, Sabina showed the customers to their seats with the evening’s menu and reminded them that the monthly movie ‘Megan Leavey’ would be screened with dessert and coffee.

The film poster for the film Megan Leavey. Copyright owner: Bleecker Street. Source: www.RottenTomatoes.com.

In front of the movie poster, the K9 handlers and their dogs were honoured with a special area, and their guests included friends made during the Okhmatdyt Children’s Hospital rescue. Their fellow Night Owls were supporting them from the next table and Estera had invited her partner Aslög, while Geralt was with Chae-Yeong, and her Korean crew.

Mariyka and Sergei were pleased to see so many relationships had blossomed since their tentative first steps.

“It’s amazing how Tamila and her father met here and now her brother has arrived,” said Mariyka. “But I couldn’t work out what those Special Forces guys wanted, although Nadia suggested something to do with modifying a helicopter. “

“Is that why Anatol is here?” asked Sergei. “I thought you invited him to discuss the drone interceptor.”

“I did. But I fear something else is more important. He’s sitting with Janina Patriksson and some of the helicopter pilots including Nadia and Aleks.”

*

“Shouldn’t we be talking with those helicopter guys, Lieutenant?” asked Danylo, one of Ruslan’s comrades.

“We’ll get our chance later as Major Chayka promised. I want to know how this war is affecting our flyers. Is it always like this?”

Illya wasn’t sure if the Special Ops officer was suggesting flyers had it easy. Tamila wasn’t amused.

“Well, two of my sister pilots were blown up on Saturday and another will lose her arm but choose to fly with a prosthetic limb. One of my father’s mechanics got third-degree burns saving the third pilot’s life. I accept that fighting in the conditions you face your casualties are worse, but like you, we risk our lives every day we fly.”

Ruslan leapt to her defense.

“You don’t realise how many years my sister studied to be a pilot… the same as we did to qualify for special ops. Nor how many flight hours she notched up to just get her wings. I know how many drones and rockets she’s stopped from destroying innocent people’s homes. She’s been shot down yet ensured her jet missed houses… and got injured.”

“If anyone wants to point a finger,” said Illya. “Choose the politician who got a bloody ear from an assassin’s bullet and objects to every dollar of help we receive.”

The Lieutenant stood and went round the table, saluted Tamila and shook her hand.

“I’m sorry if I showed any disrespect to the brave Night Witches or any squadron, Major Medved.” Then he saluted Illya.

“We better eat after that discussion,” said Danylo. “I never thought I’d eat a traditional meal like this in such an unusual venue. I felt we were walking underground, yet it’s light.”

Tamila laughed.

“This was the original airport’s deepest level, but with mirrored sun shafts the design brings daylight even moonlight down here. We’re deep enough for this to be our air-raid shelter.”

“Although from outside appearances,” said Illya. “Nobody would think this was a functioning airbase, especially with the short runway and overgrown taxiways.”

“Where are the aircraft? You must have fifty pilots here, Tamila,” said her brother.

“When we’re at full strength. The jets are hidden in the woodland and the helicopter hangars are where the departures were and further around the ground floor.”

“Whoever created Chayka Field thought of everything,” said Illya.

*

As dessert was being served, Mariyka moved to the end of the restaurant, where a movie screen was visible from every table. She switched on the wireless microphone linked to the restaurant’s sound system.

“We are pleased to see so many friends here to celebrate the opening of this special Zvenigora Restaurant at Chayka Field. And new faces, you are welcome too. This is also the celebration of the completion of this unusual airbase, which is intentionally deceptive on the outside… much like us Night Witches.”

Loud cheers echoed around the restaurant.

“Before I proceed to the highlight of the evening, I must thank my aunt, Agnieszka Shevchuk who with my late mother, Danuta Shevchuk created the first two Zvenigora Restaurants in Dęblin and Lviv. For tonight’s delicious meal, my aunt and her team came from Dęblin to cater for us all.”

Agnieszka, Sabrina, Tomas and Sergei came forward to applause and cheers.

“Now, when anyone arrives by road here, the first thing they notice is our dog agility arena and our K9 teams seated here—”

“And our Spanish horses and riders,” said Aaron loudly enough to raise a fair bit of laughter.

“I forgot the press was here… just the tame ones like Aaron Garcia, Carita Forsström, and Jane Wetherby. Only favourable reports as always, please. Remember our K9s are not just cute but detect explosives. And as with the Okhmatdyt Children’s Hospital tragedy, they are among the brave rescuers. Some they found are with us tonight.”

More cheering and clapping.

“Appropriately our movie tonight is ‘Megan Leavey’ the 2017 film about a real US Marine K9 handler and her military working dog, Rex.  I hope you enjoy this month’s film.”

Sergei dimmed the lights and rolled the movie.

*

The dogs barked their approval as ‘Megan Leavey’ ended.

“We’re grateful your dogs are so versatile,” said Doctor Avenlosky. “They gave us life and now hope.”

**

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megan_Leavey_%28film%29#

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Slava Ukrayini

#IWSG – To Boldly Go

It’s time for yet another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024, and I’m sure many of you know where I’m going to boldly go.      

The final frontier?

Not yet, as long as I can mention my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights, although with so many events concerning Ukraine in July I’m still working on the final part, which is due out sometime after this appears.

To keep up to date I might have to make August’s episode brief, even if that means merging it into September using the Kursk incursion. Plus, as I write this on September 3, 2024, there’s been a deadly Russian attack on Poltava I can’t ignore.

Slava Ukrayini

The other news has been canine. Our Beagalier puppy, Taika continues to chew through Juanita’s oxygen tubes, although Monday, her son Jason put up some wall hooks near the ceiling for the tube. Taika will need to grow wings to reach it… except that night he chewed the part where it ran near the ground. Darn it!  

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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!

September 4 question – Since it’s back to school time, let’s talk English class. What’s a writing rule you learned in school that messed you up as a writer?

Back in the last century, my English Language teachers must have taught me endless rules I’ve either forgotten or absorbed so well they are ingrained.

Split infinitives were the first that came to mind, as did the classic split infinitive.

“To boldly go where no man has gone before.”

That line from the opening title sequence of Star Trek and its iconic mission statement was grammatically wrong we were told. Yet it made more sense to split the infinitive, and over time Star Trek won and people realized an infinitive could be split… most of the time. However, the ‘split infinitive rule’ never messed me up as a writer, not just because of Star Trek.

My best English Literature teacher told me that English grammar was an amalgam of Latin, French and English grammar, which led to oddities and inconsistencies. This included the split infinitive. In Latin the infinitive is one word as it is in French, a Romance language. Therefore: to go = ire = aller. I guess that means that if a verb is French in origin like ‘compare’ you can’t try to boldly compare

Now I am an IFTW… Insecure Full-Time Writer the grammar rule I struggled to learn, is the one that messes me up. It’s also the one my editor questions me on. Maybe, I use it incorrectly.

The Oxford Comma. But rather than explain what it is, here’s an easy-to-follow infographic on its usage.

https://www.yourdictionary.com/articles/oxford-comma-guide

Finally, I’m interested that Grammarly corrected my simple uses of ‘to boldly go’ (and ‘to boldly compare’) but not the Star Trek quote.  

For Trekkies: How Star Trek Boldly Made The Split Infinitive Acceptable   

https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/83484/how-star-trek-boldly-made-split-infinitive-acceptable

For Pedants & non: To Boldly Split Infinitives     

To Boldly Split Infinitives

Sorry for the pedantry

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The awesome co-hosts for the September 4 posting of the IWSG are Beth Camp, Jean Davis, Yvonne Ventresca, and PJ Colando!

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

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Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

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

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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 25 – Irreversible Path – Part 4

This is part 4 of the August episode of Freedom Flights. The next and final part will conclude with coverage of events in early July when various key events occurred in Europe and the USA. As foreshadowed in the last scene of  Episode 24, the monthly movie night will happen in the final episode.

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 on the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 25 – Irreversible Path

2024

PART 4 – Drones, Messages and Ashes

Saturday, July 13th – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Saab 340B AEW&C https://www.gladiusds.com/modern-military-aircraft/aircraft/c4istar/saab-340-aewc/

The Academy had hardly woken up when Cadet Marusya Dudziarz walked toward the briefing room with Colonel Alfhild Falkborg of the Swedish Air Force.

“I’m glad you could make it, Marusya. As many UAF aircrews as possible need to learn first-hand what the Saab 340 AEWC brings to the battlespace. This is not just a birthday present. You’re a Night Witch, in a squadron we believe holds the key to Ukraine’s future in your skilled hands as I hope we can prove today.”

The pulse of turboprops behind them announced the sleek Saab 340 AEWC moving out of its hanger. Eventually, the pilot emerged and saluted.

“She’s ready for you, Colonel, as soon as you’ve briefed us.”

Inside the briefing room, in front of a tactical map of Ukraine and its neighbours, the other five crew members were seated.

 Colonel Maksym Bondarenko met Alfhild with two code talkers, whom he introduced.

“Tayanita Brave Beaver and Aenoheso Little Hawk, they allow me to send and receive messages undecipherable by the enemy. If Tayanita flies with you, Aenoheso can read any coded messages you want to send me.”

“More likely, Maksym, you will be sending me instructions. I guess the Night Witches are behind these… code talkers. I’m convinced the Russians will struggle to decipher our messages.”

Alfhild and Maksym led their trio of new faces for the Saab 340 AEW&C crew to the front of the room.

“Some of you may know Colonel Maksym Bondarenko from UAF’s Air Command West. He is the Ukrainian officer overseeing today’s Irreversible Path exercise, so he will explain how it differs from our routine flights over the last few days. As usual, we will fly within NATO airspace along the Ukrainian border, down through Romania to the Black Sea, and then back here… as shown by the blue line on the map. Again, we are monitoring enemy activity and giving Ukraine’s defenders sufficient warning to counter the threats. Any questions?”

Her co-pilot put his hand up.

“Is the yellow line the second Saab 340?”

“Correct. They are taking off near the Lithuania-Latvia border to detect enemy activity initially further north but then following a similar route to us with variations. They are also continuing to train Ukrainian technicians as we’ve been doing. Okay, before there are more questions, I’ll hand over to Colonel Bondarenko.”

Maksym indicated the three new faces.

“This Ukrainian helicopter pilot, Marusya Dudziarz, is from the 2022 Night Witches Squadron an all-female unit, some of whom have trained on Saab Gripens. Tayanita Brave Beaver and Aenoheso Little Hawk are two of the Witches’ code talkers, who can send and receive messages undecipherable by the enemy. As well as your usual duties, today’s Irreversible Path exercise involves monitoring how efficiently several UAF squadrons move to different airfields. UAF has used this tactic throughout the war to evade enemy attacks on active bases. This will become even more vital with the arrival of F-16s which require longer and smoother runways. The few of these  in Ukraine are prime targets for the Russians already.”

Maksym paused while the crew absorbed this first purpose of the exercise.

“The other objective of Irreversible Path is to monitor the effectiveness of the helicopter-launched drone interceptor developed by the Witches’ engineers. The interceptor is designed to neutralize and capture drones like the ORLAN 10, which the Russians use in groups to designate targets for artillery and missiles, including airfields. Any questions?”

One of the crew raised a hand.

“Am I correct in assuming Pilot Dudziarz will observe on board and report to you?”

“Marusya Dudziarz will report to her squadron, primarily on the ORLAN 10 as the helicopter she co-pilots is one of the five participating in the interceptor trials. Tayanita Brave Beaver will also fly with you and if there is sensitive information to send me, Aenoheso Little Hawk can decode messages for me here. If there are no more questions, I wish you a successful exercise. May our archangel Michael fly with you. Slava Ukrayini.”

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Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

The large space which would be the new Zvenigora Restaurant in two days was packed for the Irreversible Path briefing. The whole squadron including most of the Night Owls had been assigned their roles. Only the Code Talkers had left in advance, each with an Owl, to bases essential to the exercise.

The K9 units and the paramedics were returning to Kyiv in the KAI LAH and the Black Hawk to continue the rescue work at the Children’s Hospital. Anhelina Tkachuk was telling Aldona Jagoda how badly she felt not searching through the night.

“Agreed, although the dogs were tiring… at least Taika was. I guess a Siberian Husky like, Quetzal is bred for stamina.”

Siberian Husky: Image Credit: Aleksandr Abrosimov, Shutterstock

“But you’re right she was losing her edge. Today they start afresh.”

Two arms embraced Anhelina from behind. She turned to face a grinning Lieutenant.

“Olha Tkachuk,” she said returning the hug, “I didn’t know my cousin was a serving pilot.”

 ”I’m with Blue Flight, flying a MiG-29. I’ve been with the Night Witches since 2022. But Anhelina, did I hear you’re one our valuable K9 handers—”

“Our newest recruit I believe,” said Adriana Pavlenko, the Blue Flight leader. “When today’s exercise is over you cousins need a long reunion. First, say farewell and then we all must fly.”

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Kalyniv Airfield near the Polish border

Nauja Tall Gull and Aneta Filipek, her Night Owl companion had been welcomed by the 41st Tactical Aviation Brigade, especially when the Night Witches were mentioned.

“We briefly shared this base,” said Kapitan Andriy Oliynyk. “We also trained on F-16s alongside them at Dęblin… before you ladies joined them.”

Nauja avoided saying, she’d had a crash course in Ukrainian at Dęblin, in case he criticized her poor grasp of his language. She suppressed a grin thinking of him trying her Inuit language, Inuktitut.

Andriy ensured his colleagues treated them with respect, although she knew Aneta was trained to deal with aggression.

Now the Sukhoi Su-24 flight had been readied for the day’s mission, Nauja and Aneta were in the Control Tower ready to message each occurrence to Maksym via Aenoheso. ‘6 Sukhoi Su-24s left Kalyniv’ was the first.

41st Tactical Aviation Brigade was rumoured to be receiving F-16s, so Kapitan Andriy Oliynyk’s flight would be from base to base as if searching for a suitable runway. When he said he might visit Chayka Field, Aneta had reminded him that it had a shorter runway, and he laughed.

“That makes it a better challenge.’

Nauja warned their base if he came to advise caution.

An hour later, an ORLAN 10 slipped high over Kalyniv, out of their defenses. Nauja sent out a warning hoping a Tiger was close enough to deal with it.

Orlan 10 UAV: https://www.realitymodelling.uk.com/product/orlan-10-uav/

Two more ORLAN 10s appeared but then a Tiger arrived and launched two drones. The first neutralised the ORLANS which wavered. The second interceptor captured one drone as the other two fell earthwards.

While Nauja sent a coded success report, the Tiger landed to retrieve all the drones.

Nauja followed Aneta down to greet the Tiger’s pilots.

Aneta greeted the sole pilot with a prosthetic leg, one of the iconic Witches heroines.

“Nicely done Lieutenant Polina Moroz… Cadet Odrija Kalniņa. We wondered who was replacing Cadet Marusya Dudziarz in Tiger Bravo. The best choice had to be the pilot who dropped us off in the Puszczyk yesterday.”

“Please message that Bravo’s mission was a success. I’ll be collecting you both when this exercise is over.”

“A success if the Russians don’t launch missiles at this base,” said Polina. “We need to quickly clear up here before leaving, Odrija.”

During the clear-up, Aneta detected activity in one of the crashed drones.

Polina rushed to the Tiger.

“Stand back, we have one interceptor left  I should be able to set it to neutralise without launching.”

A short while later, Aneta confirmed all activity had ceased so they finished loading all the drones and their fragments into Bravo Tiger.

“We’ll fly these back to Chayka Field where our engineers can examine them,” said Polina. “And when you sisters are finished, Odrija will collect you.”

**

Saab 340 AEWC, Polish Airspace over Przemyśl, Subcarpathian Voivodeship, Poland

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]

Alfhild brought a coded message to where Marusya and Tayanita were watching a technician monitoring activity on the Eastern Ukrainian border with Russia.

She took them to the area behind the pilots where there was a table and chairs.

“Let me know if we need to act on this. I may be flying so no surprises, please.” She grinned and left.

A minute later, Tayanita said, “It’s an update from Nauja in Kalyniv. Bravo Tiger’s mission was a success and they’re taking the ORLAN 10 and fragments back to base. No sign of Russian missiles. Let’s tell Alfhild.”

The Colonel was pleased but qualified her reaction.

“The non-appearance of Russian missiles means that the cluster of ORLAN 10s didn’t manage to transmit any sensitive images back to the operators, such as details on planes stationed there. However, they can still target the long clean runway.”

“I keep wondering how these drones were launched as the front is so far to the east,” asked Marusya.

“Same here,” said Alfhild. “Air-launched is my initial guess… if that’s feasible. Or Russian sympathizers are launching them inside Ukraine. The third option is Transnistria if there was a way to get the ORLAN 10s to the Russian troops there… more likely the designs that are not complex.”

“Maybe our engineers can identify their origin,” said Marusya. “Do we distract them with more crucial questions to answer?”

Russian military with the Orlan-10 UAV https://mil.in.ua/en/news/paratroopers-landed-the-russian-orlan-10-drone-with-the-help-of-ew/

**

Myrhorod Air Base, Poltava Oblast, Ukraine

Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko led Blue Flight low towards Myrhorod Air Base although the clearance had been confusing with talk about reconnaissance drones. But with no warning not to land, she began her descent.

It was only when the ground crew frantically directed her away from the main base towards some dispersed hard standings that she knew something was wrong. A curving taxiway took her to the far end of the base and a vacant pad, between two Su-27s. A mechanic hurriedly threw a camouflage netting over one side of her MiG-29 and she pulled it over the other side.

Then she was running behind him as there were explosions towards the runway and the main base. The mechanic grabbed her hand and pulled her into a slit trench with a shelter burrowed into the ground.

**

Kanatove Reserve Air Base, near Kropyvnytskyi, Kirovohrad Oblast, Ukraine.

Zyta Sadowska led Mahihkan Wolf Sister towards the Tiger, whose pilots were already inspecting the neutralized drones.

Russian Federation invasion forces Orlan-10 , which was neutralized by EW means, August 2022. Photo credits: Ukrainian Air Assault Forces

“Impressive use of the new drone neutralizer,” said Zyta. “Mahihkan couldn’t wait to report it works. Let’s hope the engineers can make a ground defence version.”

“It would be invaluable for everyone,” said Conchita Gutiérrez. “For now, though, Adelita and I were concerned about Myrhorod Air Base. We were a distance from it and couldn’t investigate as your ORLAN alert came through, but there were multiple explosions. Can you please request help from the Witches with a coded message? Muchas gracias amigas.”

**

Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Aenoheso read Maksym the decoded message.

“Major explosions at Myrhorod Air Base. They may need help.”

He knew at once this was urgent, so dictated a new message.

“Blue Flight at Myrhorod Air Base, which is under attack. Send available craft.”

Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

As Kapitan Andriy Oliynyk approached the Night Witches’ base, he grinned thinking about their surprised reception.

He informed their Control Tower of his imminent arrival.

“This is Kapitan Andriy Oliynyk of the 41st Tactical Aviation Brigade with a Sukhoi Su-24 flight seeking hospitality.”

“You are clear for landing but be aware that our runway is short so take care.”

Same warning he’d got at Kalyniv. However, he’d show them real skill. He’d soon be an F-16 pilot.

He eased back on the throttle as he touched down. He glanced to one side and noticed how rundown the base was. Weeds everywhere, rusty doors, peeling paint.

Too late he realized he was running out of runway and options. He dropped every flap but still buried his Su-24 in the earth bank barrier at the runway’s end. His headcoms crackled but he leapt out of the jet as his Number Two skidded towards him on the earth his jet churned up.

His friend Fedir shouted down from the Su-24.

“The Control Tower says as we’ve blocked the runway they are landing the other Su-24s on their road runways, part of their dispersed system. We can stay until someone helps us recover our planes.”

Since nobody was coming to meet them, Andriy and Fedir walked to the base.

**

Mariyka Shevchuk was struggling with who to send to help Blue flight once she knew more from Myrhorod Air Base, although it was confusing.

Bell CH-146 Griffon. Author: John Davies

Her best option was sending Golf Griffon with the Canadian crew of pilot Captain Xenia Ahlberg, her co-pilot Lieutenant Acacia Berntsen, and their Flight Engineer 2nd Lieutenant Iryna Forsberg. They’d have space for  8-10 Night Owls or 6 stretchers.

First Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka could take charge of explosives expert Zofia Bukowska, plus the two K9 units not sent to Kyiv, Alyona Jabłońska and Zeb her Bloodhound, and Kseniya Łaska and Nyx her Doberman.

Nette Little Feather agreed that for now she and Nawel Leaping Jaguar could cope at Chayka Field. Zyta Sadowska and Mahihkan Wolf Sister had completed their mission at Kanatove, so could be collected by the Bell CH-146 Griffon en route to Myrhorod Air Base.

“If the Russians are still attacking Myrhorod Air Base with repeat hits, we must send a coded message to Maksym and Alfhild so the Griffon is not flying into a firestorm without backup.”

**

Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

“Golf flying rescue mission to Myrhorod Air Base under repetitive attack. Blue might be in danger. Need suitable backup implemented from up high. Chayka resources being depleted by exercise.”

The message was cryptic even decoded, but Maksym knew where some units were allocated. Alfhild would have a clearer view from the Saab 340 AEWC so he sent her instructions.”

“Further to Chayka’s request. Action recce overflight by nearest Witch flight and Tiger monitoring of status.”

**

Saab 340 AEWC, Romanian Airspace over Brăila, Brăila County, Romania.

The Saab 340 AEWC had begun its return trip from the Black Sea when the messages came in for Alfhild.

After Tayanita had decoded them, she walked along the monitor screen estimating which of the Witches’ aircraft was nearest to Poltava Oblast.  She hesitated when she realized Sabre flight was nearest and they’d just recovered from a devastating missile attack on Kalyniv. Yet, their scarred leader Kapitan Maryna Sobol was the ideal survivor to bolster morale. So, she sent her an order for Sable to overfly Myrhorod.

Alfa Tiger was nearby and  Kapitan Nadia Lysenko and Kapitan Aleks Górski had proved invaluable in a crisis.

**

Okhmatdyt Children’s  Hospital, Kyiv, Ukraine

Rescuers and volunteers are working at Ohmatdyt Children’s Hospital that was strongly damaged during a Russian missile strike in Kyiv, Ukraine, on July 08, 2024, amid the Russian invasion. Russia is massively attacking Ukraine with missiles on July 08. (Photo by Maxym Marusenko/NurPhoto via AP)

Although much of the rubble had been removed,  the hospital bore a horrendous scar… the staff and patients would carry theirs longer. Whenever someone was pulled out alive, they feared that would be the last. Fortunately, hope lived on.

 Anhelina Tkachuk and Quetzal had found a few people, all effusively grateful to her red & white Siberian Husky.

Her K9 friends, handlers and dogs, had successful rescues and were now resting in what shade was available on this scorching day.

Aldona Jagoda slept with Taika the Belgian Malinois’s head on her lap, while Daniela Stasiuk shared her water with Rihi the Dutch Shepherd.

Leo, their supervisor and friend, gently called them back to work and led them into a new covered area.

“The roof has already been made secure. All we need to do is search the passages. Hopefully, this is the last area we’ve been assigned.

An hour later, they found a group trapped by a fallen wall. Amazingly they had survived as a vending machine was in the same small space and had been smashed supposedly by falling masonry.

The walk back to the helicopters was more tiring than the walk in the passages. However, only the KAI LAH was waiting, Captain Jeong explained the Black Hawk had flown to Myrhorod Air Base with the medics and stretchers.

“Did something happen there?” asked Aldona.

“The Russians attacked the base. I believe Sabre and Blue Flights are there and Alfa Tiger are helping so we’re in control.”

“Blessed Archangel Michael, I pray we are,” said Anhelina. “My cousin Olha is in Blue Flight… and we hadn’t seen each other for two years until this morning.”

**

Myrhorod Air Base, Poltava Oblast, Ukraine

Sable Flight had rendezvoused with Alfa Tiger, Golf Griffon and Hotel Black Hawk at Kanatove Reserve Air Base and picked up Zyta Sadowska and Mahihkan Wolf Sister.

As agreed, Kapitan Maryna Sobol and Sabre Flight led the approach to Myrhorod, as Nadia and Aleks monitored the base with their Tiger’s array. They also knew Alfhild was ensuring the Saab 340 AEWC had at least one monitor watching, probably with Marusya noting every detail.

On the overflight, Sabre Flight were not attacked but the Control Tower explained why the runway was blocked by two crashed MiG-29s and bomblet craters.

“A group of ORLAN 10s made a surveillance and reconnaissance of our base, so they could target the next flight—”

“Our sister flight,” said Maryna. “I see at least two destroyed planes. Were there more casualties? We are nearby with help if you can take helicopters.”

“Permission to help granted for your helicopters. If you wish to land your MiG-29s, you can try the nearby roads we use for dispersed training. Transmitting coordinates now, Welcome friends,”

“Slava Ukrayini.”

Maryna checked the helicopters had heard the conversation and then circled the base until her jet homed in on the coordinates.

The road runway was well disguised and led to cleverly laid out concrete revetments. The ground crew met all four pilots and spread camouflage netting over every plane.

“We’re sorry about your colleagues. We guessed you must be the famous all-female Night Witches even if we hadn’t seen the amazing nose art,”

“Copied from a 1944 design on an original Night Witches biplane in Canada.”

*

Nadia promptly assessed the situation with the help of paramedic Estera Sówka, whose experience at the Kyiv Children’s Hospital disaster had prepared her for another incident.

“I counted 2 fatalities and six injuries,” said Yevhen Baran, Myrhorod Air Base’s doctor. “Two are critical, two are serious, and two are walking wounded. All six are still in the med bunker… which is blast-proof.”

Estera was anxious to start treating patients asap. “Can we treat the critical injuries here, Yevhen?”

“We only have the means to stabilize them. One needs amputation. Both should be taken to a full equipped facility, but the only vehicle has been commandeered for the front.”

Nadia glanced at Henrika Visser, prompting her to make an offer.

“Our Black Hawk is equipped with stretchers and has made two flights with patients from Kyiv to Lviv recently. But it might be riskier with the Russians regularly targeting this base.”

“Sabre Flight will escort you,” said Maryna’

“And Alfa Tiger can ensure no drones are lurking nearby”

“I’m very grateful,” said Adriana Pavlenko. “The patient requiring an amputation is my Lieutenant, Olha Tkachuk. She’s from Lviv and her cousin is Anhelina, one of our K9 handlers.”

“Shall I tell her?” asked Estera Sówka. “I welcomed her to the Owls in Kyiv.”

“We both should,” said Adriana and then went and stared out of a window at the runway.

Doctor Baran told Estera to follow him to the med bunker, so they left with the other Owl medics Zyta Sadowska and Alicja Dubicka.

Henrika Visser and her crew went to prepare the Black Hawk for the flight to Lviv.

071211-N-9623R-006 .FORT HUNTER LIGGETT, Calif. (Dec. 11, 2007) Seabees from Naval Mobile Construction Battalion (NMCB) 17 assist in loading fellow Seabees into a Blackhawk medical evacuation helicopter during a mass casualty drill. NMCB-17 and other units are taking part in joint three-week field exercise known as “Operation Bearing Duel.” U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Kenneth W. Robinson (Released)

A senior officer walked into the room, and everyone saluted.

“I’m Major Illya Medved, Commander of Myrhorod Air Base. After today’s tragedy, I should have come to welcome you. I hope Doctor Baran was helpful, even though we had casualties. I wanted to ensure our flights managed to find bases for the night, while we cleared the runway.”

“I’m Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka from the Night Owls, our squadron’s security. We can help if anyone is MIA.” She was anxious her team needed to do more, so she added, “We even have K9 units and an explosives expert if there is any unexploded ordinance.”

Illya Medved hesitated, unused to so many female officers. Then he relaxed.

“I should have realised the Night Witches would be resourceful and fearless. I’m unsure all our ground crew reported back after the attacks.”

He stepped away and called his Senior Chief Mechanic, then turned to Andżelika.

“Stepan Marchenko will meet you and your team at Taxiway A. Some mechanics were last seen near where the first MiG-29 was destroyed.”

When the Night Owls left, Adriana approached the doctor who had returned and was talking to the Major.

“Was my Lieutenant, Olha Tkachuk in that second jet… she should have been. Yet I’ve seen the wreckage. How did she survive with her arm… mangled?”

Yevhen looked at his commander, who let him answer.

“Like you, she got out, but when the cluster bomb hit her MiG, she was hit by some debris and knocked over, trapping and mangling her arm.” He paused then continued, “I came to say she’s ready to be taken to the Black Hawk in one of their stretchers. The other patient, as you know Illya, is a mechanic who has third-degree burns after trying to rescue one of your other colleagues. We’re sorry for your double loss.”

Maryna choked back her tears, memories of the attack on Sable Flight flooding back.

“Almost your whole flight. I hope Olha flies again. I’m so grateful I had Katia to help me recover and fly again. Come with us on the flight to Lviv, please.”

“I can’t leave without… Taisia and Halyna—”

The Major put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“We will ensure whatever we find of their remains are reverentially sent to you for burial if that seems acceptable.”

“Aleks and I will remain here to bring them to you if you agree. You must be in Lviv for Olha. She needs you, please.”

Adriana thanked Illya and Nadia before leaving.

“We need to scan for drones,” said Aleks, “ but will return to send an urgent message,”

Outside they said farewell to the Black Hawk crew and passengers.

“We’ll monitor for any unfriendly forces, then tell the Control Tower when it’s safe to leave. Plus, we’ll ensure you are expected in Lviv.”

*

Having watched the Black Hawk leave with its five-fighter escort, Nadia and Aleks returned to Illya Medved.

“I have some questions, Major,” said Nadia.

“Anytime.”

“Say no to any of these. First, please can we send an urgent coded message?” She paused to let him refuse. “Second, do you have a brave daughter called Tamila?” He nodded and smiled. “Third, can we call you Illya?”

“Of course, you are friends of my daughter, Lieutenant Tamila Medved. I was proud when in 2022 she became one of the fearless Night Witches despite the prejudice female pilots faced from some. Then later that year she shot down a cruise missile and three drones at the cost of an injured ankle.”

“Because she flew her stricken jet away from residences,” added Nadia. “A few months later, visiting the hospital where Olha will receive a prosthetic arm, she persuaded a courageous helicopter pilot with a prosthetic leg to join us as one of our best pilots… and our goal-scoring winning soccer star alongside your daughter.”

“This I must see as soon as possible. My daughter playing soccer with a prosthetic-wearing helicopter pilot. Plus, I must visit the Night Witches base. ”

“Then the sooner we send our coded message, the sooner we can all go to Chayka Field.”

Nadia asked Mahihkan Wolf Sister to code a message for Maksym, Alfhild, and Mariyka.

“Hotel heading to Lviv with first patient requiring arm amputation and second with third-degree burns. Please make arrangements. Sable Flight escorting. Golf and Alfa remain at Myrhorod to help clear three wrecked MiG-29s. Will return with the ashes of two brave pilots. Adriana Pavlenko will name the deceased on return.”

**

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