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Freedom Flights: Episode 25 – Irreversible Path – Part 3

This is part 3 of the August episode of Freedom Flights. The next part will continue to cover 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.

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 3 – Immoral Attack

Monday, July 8th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine1

Russian strategic bomber TU-95 carrying Kh-101 missiles. Source: Defense Express. https://euromaidanpress.com/2022/12/29/russians-used-x-101-cruise-missiles-produced-in-the-last-quarter-of-2022-to-attack-ukraines-power-grid-on-29-november/

Nawel Leaping Jaguar in the Squadron Command Centre sounded the alarm at 0608 when Aenoheso Little Hawk passed on the alert from Maksym.

“Russians are launching dozens of cruise, aerial ballistic and guided missiles in a combined attack on key cities. Scramble all interceptors safely over time.”

Before any craft took off, the Saab MSHORAD and all the Night Owls scanned the area around the base. Once the skies were clear, the five MiG-29 flights took off at ten-minute intervals, each followed by a Eurocopter Tiger scanning for hostiles.  

“Tell Maksym the remaining four helicopters are on standby with security including K9s and stretchers,” said Kalyna.

For ages, all they heard were brief reports of missiles intercepted. Then the frantic reports of missile hits… strategic infrastructure and unwarranted civilian destruction.

Then Aenoheso Little Hawk sent a coded message from Maksym.

As Nawel Leaping Jaguar decoded it, tears were choking her voice.

“Massive attack on Ohmatdyt Children’s Hospital, Kyiv.” She paused briefly, before continuing.  “Staff and children trapped. Send help.”

Kalyna glanced at the details on the waiting helicopters.

“Control, clear Kilo and Hotel for relief flight to Kyiv. We’ll prepare reception.”

She turned to Nawel Leaping Jaguar. “Code to Maksym. K9 searchers and stretchers sent. Expect Kilo and Hotel.”

The four K9 units would arrive by KAI LAH while two paramedic-trained Night Owls would bring five stretchers in the Black Hawk. But how safe would they be?

She studied the table map and noted that Vasy with Green Flight were patrolling near Kyiv.

“Green Leader, protect Kilo and Hotel flying relief to Kyiv.”

*

Photo: KAI.

Aldona Jagoda was pleased her Belgian Malinois, Taika had been calm during the flight from Chayka Field, as had the three other K9s. Before they climbed out of the KAI LAH, Captain Jeong Chae-Yeong reassured them that she’d remain in the park where they landed for as long as necessary.

A volunteer driver was waiting with a truck, and she noted the approaching paramedics from the Black Hawk.

“I’m Olha, there should be room for all six of you and the stretchers. Great you’re here… especially the dogs. We don’t know how many are trapped under the rubble.”

“Our dogs are keen to help,” said Kseniya, Nyx’s handler. Her Doberman rested his head on her knee as the last stretcher was loaded.

As they drove towards the devastation, it was clear the bombing of civilian targets was paramount in this campaign of terror.

Approaching the hospital the Owls saw one section of the building had collapsed burying staff and patients. How many were still alive? Hundreds of people from the surrounding area were removing rubble brick by brick.

Rescuers work at Ohmatdyt Children’s Hospital in Kyiv, Ukraine, soon after officials said the facility was severely damaged by a wave of Russian missile strikes on Ukrainian cities, July 8, 2024.Gleb Garanich/REUTERS

Estera Sówka and her sister paramedic, Alicja Dubicka approached a senior medic.

“We’re paramedics from UAF. We have an evacuation helicopter nearby if needed… and stretchers on that truck. But we’ll help where ordered.”

“Evacuation might help with seriously wounded or seriously ill children but leave the stretchers until needed. For now, follow me. We’ve set up an emergency station to treat the innumerable injuries.”

It wasn’t long before Estera and Alicja were using all their medical skill to treat people with injuries from flying glass gashes to fractured limbs on trapped victims pulled from the wreckage.

In an area where floors had collapsed on each other, Aldona and the other K9 handlers had joined two other units to try and detect trapped victims so rescuers could remove debris and free them.

After five minutes, Taika froze at the same time as one of the local dogs crouched.

Aldona and the other handler waved over Leo, their supervisor.

He knew the local handler, Anhelina Tkachuk, so he addressed her.

“Has Quetzal sensed someone?”

She pointed at Taika, “They both have…  and my friend here is the experienced team.”

Leo smiled at Aldona and then radioed for a rescue team but gestured for the other handlers to keep searching for signs of more trapped people.

Anhelina and Aldona knelt midway between their dogs, then called out to the trapped people.

“Can you hear us? Help is coming.”

A muffled male voice replied.

“We worried nobody would find us… in time.” He coughed a choking sound. “I’m Doctor Avenlosky… in haematology. There are three kids here needing help.” Another cough. “One is serious…”

Then silence.

“We’ll be here for them,” said Aldona.

By the time the rescue team arrived, two more groups of survivors had been found by the other local K9  and by Kseniya’s Nyx.

Leo suggested that the noise of the rescue might make it harder to search in the same area, so they should move to another spot.

“As long as we know when those people are saved,” said Anhelina and everyone agreed.

On the way to the new search area, Daniela Stasiuk’s Rihi abruptly sat down.

“More trapped people?” asked Leo.

“I don’t think so,” replied Daniela. “Rihi usually freezes. This could be explosives.”

Medical staff and members of the community move rubble away from damaged areas at the hospital and search for survivors. 
Gleb Garanich/Reuters

She marked the spot where Rihi sat, and then they cleared the area while Leo called in a Bomb disposal team.

The team arrived and carefully examined the area. Eventually, they detected what looked like a curved, red metallic object embedded in the earth. Slowly, the lead expert excavated the object and then stood up.

“Now we can be sure the Russians are responsible for this barbaric attack. This is part of one of their Kh-101 cruise missiles. Your dog must have detected traces of explosives on this component. The Security Service of Ukraine will be grateful you both found this.”

Leo’s radio beeped and he passed on an update.

“The doctor and the children have been saved and want to meet the heroic dogs… before the medics take them to another hospital.”

Back at the collapsed building, Doctor Avenlosky and the three kids were on stretchers and being cared for by medics, including Estera and Alicja. All the kids wanted to meet Quetzal and Taika, give them treats and cautiously stroke them.

However, Estera apologised.

“We have to evacuate Stepan here to Lutz for an operation.”

“But we insist on going too,” said the other two kids. “We’ve got to see that he behaves.”

“Nothing to do with flying in a helicopter of course,” said Estera. “I’m staying to help, while Alicja accompanies these youngsters and another two emergencies in the Black Hawk.”

When the patients and some medics had left, Estera and the others waited for the second rescue

Five minutes later, a nurse and a girl in a wheelchair were winched to safety. The paramedics methodically checked them over for injuries. If it wasn’t for the nurse’s comforting presence, the girl might have been traumatized from being trapped in the dark. Again meeting the dogs helped both patients relax.

With the light beginning to fade, Leo was hesitant to continue, but the Night Owls were trained for this.

“Rest for a short while. Make sure your dogs have food and water,” said Estera. ‘Then continue with night gear,” She realized Anhelina probably had none, so said to her, “If you want to continue, you can use mine. I’m going back to the medical station. See you all later.”

Anhelina took the goggles and infra-red torch. “Does this make us part of your awesome team… even if I hardly speak any Polish.” She laughed.

Estera and the others chuckled.

“I think Anhelina Tkachuk and Quetzal proved themselves earlier,” said Aldona. ”Can they be recruited to the Night Owls, please? If they’re okay relocating to our highly secret base up north.”

“You’d be more than welcome to wear our uniform,” said Estera. “And you’ll find Ukrainians, Poles, Canadians, plus other nationalities at the base. All sisters united for freedom.”

Anhelina knelt and whispered to her Siberian Husky., who lifted her red and white head licking her handler.

“She wants in and all I must do is tell Mum… she’s helping here too. But she always wanted us to serve somehow. This is perfect.”

*

MiG-29 Fulcrum – @hesja.pl

Kalyna watched from the blacked-out Control Tower as the squadron returned to Chayka Field at cautiously staggered intervals. Each flight used a different approach and the prepared farm roads as a landing strip. With multiple taxiways, each plane could manoeuvre to its designated concrete pad among the concealing trees.

Between each flight their shadowing Tiger landed and scanned the area for prying enemies like drones. Throughout the evening and into the night, the Saab MSHORAD and the Night Owls also scanned the area.

Finally, when Green Flight returned safely, Kalyna began to relax… until she remembered the helicopters sent to Kyiv.

She rushed down to the Command Centre where she found Vasy receiving a cipher message from Maksym.

“Echo, Kilo, and Hotel are returning late from Kyiv together when the worst of the rubble at the Okhmatdyt Children’s Hospital has been cleared. They are reluctant to abandon this disaster, but I’ll ensure a flight escorts them home. I’ll remind them about tomorrow’s Irreversible Path exercise.”

Kalyna hoped they returned at a reasonable time and were not exhausted. The whole squadron needed to be involved and that included all the helicopters since they were the most vulnerable if the Russians attacked across the border in multiple places. As yet Lutsk had avoided the heavy fighting the East had suffered.

But in the early days of the war, there had been key incursions from Belarus. Best to be prepared for the worst scenario.

“What’s with this Irreversible Path name,” asked Vasy. “Who decided on that? Does it mean there’s no turning back?”

A picture shared by President Zelensky on his official X page showing a young patient injured in the strike. 
ZelenskyyUa/X

**

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Slava Ukrayini

Freedom Flights: Episode 25 – Irreversible Path – Part 2

This is part 2 of the August episode of Freedom Flights. The next part will continue to cover 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.

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 2 – Code Talkers

Sunday, July 7th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Camo Toyota Tacoma

The group for the Chayka inspection tour gathered in the Squadron Command Centre so Kalyna and Vasy could show the group on the map where they needed to inspect. Then they led them down a back corridor and out to a camouflaged Toyota Tacoma truck into which all six piled, with Nadia driving.

“We must show you the earthwork firebreaks the mechanics are building around the standings in the trees, then the farm roads we need to use for fast scrambles… if you can persuade the farmers.”

After inspecting the dispersal sites, they drove the farm roads to confirm that MiG-29s and Gripens could use them. They saw the farmers who agreed to their requirements.

When they drove onto the runway, they heard gunfire and jet engines, yet all they could see were four K9 units training and three horses being exercised.

“A training session with sound effects,” said Andżelika Sówka. “Not that anyone fires guns or flies jets around here… well, that’s what we claim.”

“But if a plane needs to land,” asked Vasy. “What happens?”

As if on cue a klaxon sounded, the horses moved back out of the gallops and the K9 units began patrolling.

Instead of a plane, a mini-bus appeared at the rough western end of the runway.

“Are we expecting anyone?” asked Nadia as she contacted the control tower.

“The mini-bus came down a farm track from the direction of Lutsk,” said control. “Looking for Kapitan Nadia Lysenko.”

“Owls, you’re on full alert until we know more.”

“Agreed,” said Kalyna. “Just don’t reveal all our security assets.” The Sówka sisters climbed out and joined one of their K9 units.

Then she pointed back towards the tower. “Nadia, go back there.  We can observe them from up there.”

“But they asked for me. Shouldn’t I go with security?”

“Not until we know what they want. You’re too valuable to lose in a stupid exchange,”

As they drove to the Control Tower, Vasy was trying to speak while Kalyna talked through every scenario from vengeful smugglers to foreign assassins from Nadia’s time with French special forces.

“Maksym Bondarenko told us—”

“To be careful and expect—”

“You asked for these sisters,” came Andżelika’s radio message.

“I’ve been trying to remind Kalyna they were coming to help Nadia with communications,” said Vasy. “Her daughter Aliona made the original enquiries—”

“For First Nation Code Talkers. Let’s meet by Saab’s Mobile Short-Range Air Defence vehicle. We must hear about that as it may be the second most important advance we discuss today and before we all gather in the canteen.”

“Although,” added Mariyka, “The new Zvenigora has been designed as more than a restaurant which shows films. We needed a comfortable meeting and briefing space for the whole squadron… a multi-functional area.”

*

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/

The contrast between the stark utilitarian Saab’s Mobile Short-Range Air Defence vehicle and the bright clothing and cheery faces of the First Nation and Native American code talkers almost left the MSHORAD at a standstill. But Kalyna found the perfect solution.

“Until vehicles can enter the canteen, I suggest our sister from Saab gives us an overview of her charge out here… I’m presuming some Night Owls have had the thorough demo already.” Andżelika nodded. “Okay, but before we proceed may I ask our North American indigenous sisters for the names they prefer to be known by?”

The oldest and possibly the appointed leader said, “I am Nette Little Feather a Paiute/Navajo medicine woman whose grandfather was a code talker.” She nodded to the woman nearest to her.

“I am Nauja Tall Gull, an Inuit huntress.”

“Mahihkan Wolf Sister of the Cree.”

“Call me Tayanita Brave Beaver of the Cherokee.”

“And I’m Nawel Leaping Jaguar, a proud Mapuche from the Chilean Air Force… but not a pilot. Just a nurse hoping to learn from you, Nette.”

Nette put an arm around Nawel and said, “You’ll learn, but first the last member of this group is with Maksym Bondarenko in Dęblin. She’s Aenoheso Little Hawk of the Cheyenne and will send messages from Maksym when it’s classified. But now who is our Saab sister?”

The svelte spectacled blonde smiled and introduced herself.

“I’m Aslög Hellström and I’m one of Saab’s junior technicians on their Mobile Short-Range Air Defence system, MSHORAD for short. I’ve been tasked with demonstrating the system to you as Saab believes the Night Witches are Ukraine’s chief advocates of our Gripen jets and all that entails.”

She paused to brush a loose lock back under her cap and to wipe her glasses.

“My apologies if my spiel sounds learnt… it was the best way to ensure I remembered everything. Anyway, the system’s mobility, especially at short range, is everything if we are to defeat weapons and weapon systems, such as drones or attack helicopters, that are attacking the ground units requiring protection.”

As she ran through the features, she pointed them out to the group.

“The Mobile Firing Unit is based upon the successful RBS 70 NG Sight mounted on Saab’s mature Trackfire servo platform, the Mobile Radar Unit uses the proven Giraffe 1X radar, with command and control capability provided by Saab’s BM4CI. Giraffe 1X covers the entire search volume every second and will detect any air threat, including small, slow, high and low targets.” 

“It’s possible to remove the RBS 70 NG Sight from the vehicle and deploy it in a man-portable air defence (MANPAD) configuration to provide additional technical capabilities as the operation requires.”

“The system is truly flexible. If you wanted to hide the vehicle, and deploy the MANPAD, or if RBS 70 NG Sight was needed on top of your control tower for some reason, then it’s adaptable for such differing scenarios.”

“This vehicle offers ballistic protection increasing the survivability of the operation and the crew. Later, I can demonstrate more of the capabilities as required and I will need to train some adaptable technical personnel as Saab couldn’t spare my partn…assistant.”

Aslög leant against the vehicle, seemingly exhausted. However, Estera picked up on her insecurity, so put a comforting arm around her.

“If you want to talk girl to girl later, I’m often in the canteen, or call me.” And she handed her a walkie-talkie.

Kalyna and Vasy thanked Aslög and told her to join them later. They then led everyone else inside.

*

“How will this code talking work?” asked Griffon pilot Captain Xenia Ahlberg. “In both World Wars weren’t the Code Talkers from the same tribes?”

Photograph of Navajo Indian Code Talkers Henry Bake and George Kirk, 12/1943 National Archives Identifier: 593415

“Yes,” said Nette Little Feather. “My Navajo grandfather said all his code talker brothers were Navajo, but there were groups from other tribes. But they created codes using their distinct language. The Navajo developed the most complex code, with over 600 terms, yet other tribe members back home didn’t know what this coded vocabulary meant.”

“But you are all different tribes with distinct languages,” said Xenia.

“Which is why we created a unique code,” said Nette. “While we were gathering secretly in Dęblin, we used words from our diverse languages to create a 125-term code which the University’s language school helped us learn along with enough Ukrainian to make ourselves understood.”

“We are already a diverse mix of nationalities and all learning,” said Nadia. “I’m originally Québécois and Canadian Ukrainian, then French but now Ukrainian. So, you’re very welcome here sisters.”

“Good to know I’m not the only one caught between cultures,” said Nawel Leaping Jaguar. “Born Mapuche, encouraged to speak Spanish to survive and then serve Chile. Now learning English and Ukrainian. Can I ask, Does this election in France mean anything now you’re here?”

Nadia went quiet and closed her eyes.

“When I think about my friends especially those I served alongside in the French Air and Space Force and the special forces units, then I worry… especially when Macron talks about French boots on the ground here.” She paused and then continued. “But now the initial results point to weeks of political chaos. I just pray the support for Ukraine continues and we win without their boots.”

“Sorry to ask this,” said Nette. “During Saturday’s exercise can we test our code then, Kalyna… Vasy?”

“We will definitely need you. Tomorrow, we’ll do our preparations… the whole squadron. Tonight, after you are shown your quarters, you’re all invited to a gathering around the fire for a bit of overdue storytelling.”

Once they had made the arrangements, the senior officers and the key Night Owls met in the Squadron Command Centre.

“Although the only unwelcome visitors to our campfire gathering might be mosquitos, we need to be sure there is none of the drone variety,” said Kalyna.

“Although Saab’s MSHORAD can deal with drones,” replied Andżelika, “we have more cost-effective methods. Mariyka’s engineering group has developed a successful drone interceptor, which not only neutralizes the threat—”

“But also makes the captured drone available to turn against the enemy,” added Estera. “Extremely useful if we’re marked by an ORLAN 10, which allows the enemy to target us.”

“Aren’t these the Russian-made drones allowing their artillery to do so much devastation at the front,” asked Aleks. “How many interceptors have we got?”

“Five or six,” replied Estera. “Double that by Saturday. But I’ll ensure Aslög is ready with her Saab trickery.”

“My main concern now is masking heat signatures,” said Kalyna. “Janina Patriksson said something about stealth paint and directing cool air over exhausts. I’ll check on her progress tonight or tomorrow. Guess she’s working late, or she’d be here.”

*

Lieutenant Katia Antonov looked at the bonfire and hoped any suspicious observers realised this was merely a celebration. Burning buildings must be the norm in Ukraine.

Most of the squadron were seated around the campfire to learn about the nose art that had become their emblem.

Elena Schweitzer /Depositphotos.com
https://meettheslavs.com/firebird

Vasy stood and raised her hands, palms down to settle them.

“In 1944 my grandmother Vasy, then twelve, told her partisan comrades about Zharptica, the Firebird’s origin. It’s our emblem and you will discover why tonight. First grandmother Vasy’s tale.”

She smiled. “According to folklore, the Firebird is very rare, with plumage blazing red, orange, and yellow like the flames of a flickering fire. When removed, the feathers continue to glow. That is why some people try catching Zharptica.”

She paused and studied her spellbound audience.

“Once upon a time, thousands of years ago, a meek and gentle orphan girl named Maryushka lived in a small village. People came from everywhere to buy her needlecraft. Many merchants asked her to move and work for them.”

Vasy changed her voice to sound like her heroine and held out her hands. “‘I will sell my embroidery to anyone who finds my work beautiful, but I will never leave this village where I was born.”

“One day, the evil sorcerer Kaschei the Immortal heard of Maryushka’s beautiful needlework. He turned himself into a handsome young man and visited her. Upon seeing her skill, he became angry. A mere mortal could not produce finer work than he owned.”

She switched her voice again, making it sound deeper and darker. “‘I will make you Queen of this realm if you will embroider for me alone.’”

“‘I’m grateful and humbled by your offer. But I must decline. I never want to leave this village. I am sorry.’”

“This wound to Kaschei’s pride sparked his magic.”

Vasy drew invisible threads in the air.

“The evil sorcerer turned Maryushka into a flaming bird. Zharptica. He became a great black Falcon and picked her up in his claws.”

Vasy flapped her arms like a bird as her words flew across the gathering.

“He stole Firebird Maryushka away from her village. To leave a memory of herself with her people forever, she shed her feathers onto the land below. As the last feather fell, she died in the falcon’s talons.”

Vasy’s head dropped onto her chest. Silent and still as the crowd gasped. Then, she raised her head and continued.

“To this day, the glowing feathers are magic and remain bright. However, they show their rainbow colours only to those who love beauty and seek to make beauty for others. Together we can create the Firebird’s world.”

She paused.

“However, my grandmother was unaware that her sister, Kalyna… yes my cousin’s grandmother, one of the original Night Witches, had painted the Zharptica on her Polikarpov U-2 biplane. I’ll let Kalyna finish our family story.”

Her cousin hesitated and then stood.

“The war brought the sisters together and fate placed them in Kalyna’s Zharptica on a night raid during which they were hit. They survived and flew to Estonia, where they met a Swedish intelligence officer. Evading capture by the Nazis, they helped him back to Sweden, and he promised to help them. First, he ensured they settled in Canada. Second, he had their precious Zharptica sent to Canada, and today their Polikarpov U-2 hangs in the main hanger of Chayka Air. Last Christmas, Kapitan Maryna Sobol and Lieutenant Katia Antonov saw the nose art and asked us if it could be our squadron emblem as well as art on all of Sabre Flight—”

“That’s not all,” said a tall Nordic blonde standing behind the cousins. “My mother is Överste Alfhild Falkborg, the Colonel in the Swedish Air Force who assists with your Gripen requirements and your dealings with SAAB. And all through their grandmothers helping Alfhild’s grandfather escape the Nazis.”

The cousins turned to face their god-daughter.

“How did you get here Carita?” asked Kalyna. “The last time Vasy and I saw you we had left you on the Dęblin runway with your mother and Maksym… no doubt after your next article for Swedish Aero-News.”

“Exactly and I came here with them. Your code-talkers are fascinating. And before you tell me the story can’t be used until their task is finished—”

“More likely when we win this war.”

“I hope the other scribblers here know that… and how secret this base is.”

“They signed non-disclosure agreements,” said Vasy. “Just as you will.”

Everybody gradually dispersed, most to eat then sleep, some of the Night Owls to run their nightly security details and one flight of MiG-29s went on patrol under the watchful protection of Delta and Echo Tigers.

In the Control Tower Warrant Officer Kang Eun-Ji was on duty watching for any incoming traffic, though none was expected until Saturday.

Maksym checked in from Dęblin using the secure chat from Aenoheso Little Hawk to her Code Talking sister Nawel Leaping Jaguar who confirmed the night patrol was out but if there was more to report someone would be in touch.

“It makes a change not to be hearing of attacks all over Ukraine,” said Estera from the doorway, “But I fear when the Russians give us a quieter night, somewhere pays a terrible price next time. To be sure I’m going to check out our Saab system.”

She hurried downstairs and slipped through the shadows to the MSHORAD vehicle. She tapped lightly on the door, hoping Aslög would guess it was her.

The door opened and she was swept in.

“I wondered if you were ever going to come. Watching the skies gets boring hour upon hour… although I can put the auto-alert on if you want to…”

“Switch it on, please.”

Estera waited while Aslög set everything to auto, locked the door and dimmed the main light.

“I sense this is serious,” said Estera and removed her jacket. “That’s just for starters. Your move.”

Aslög embraced her and their kiss was the next move.

**

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Slava Ukrayini

Freedom Flights: Episode 25 – Irreversible Path – Part 1

This is part 1 of the August episode of Freedom Flights. The next part will continue to cover events in early July when various key events occurred in Europe and the USA. As foreshadowed in the last episode, the monthly movie night will happen.

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 1 – Training Complex

Thursday, July 4th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

https://wikimapia.org/6214889/Lutsk-Airport#/photo/1381939

Jane Wetherby thought the canteen would be empty later in the evening, but she found some helicopter crews deep in discussion.

“We have to find a way to deal with kamikaze drones,” said Bravo Tiger pilot Polina Moroz. “They’re a growing nightmare for any rotary wing aircraft. We’re trying to evade them and MANPADS while surveilling our targets.”

“At least our Tigers have been fitted with jammers,” said Nadia Lysenko. “But we need to do more to make our Brigade viable when UAVs can do our role more effectively and cheaply than us.”

“That’s why Chayka Air is trying to source new tech,” said Black Hawk pilot Henrika Visser. “Like the prototype ‘launched effect’ UAV dispenser currently undergoing trials in the US.”

“Isn’t that mounted on the UH-60 Blackhawk like ours?” asked her co-pilot Beitris Berengar.

Jane was tempted to interject… as a journalist.

“I believe one of my colleagues wrote, ‘Helicopters can also act as airborne controllers and relay stations for UAVs, extending and supplementing ‘their operating range.’ That gives this  Brigade a crucial role.”

“Time then,” said Mariyka Shevchuk, smiling at their Senior Chief Mechanic, “That our engineering talent explored UAVs and how best to deploy them… from rotary wing aircraft. We better start tomorrow.”

Jane glanced at the canteen’s digital clock, noting it was almost midnight.

“Does anyone mind if I switch the TV on for the early results from the UK Elections?” 

“Go ahead,” said Nadia. “I’m sure nobody minds as long as the new government continues supporting Ukraine. But how did you vote if you were here?”   

“I had a postal vote,” she replied switching the TV on and seeing the exit poll predicting a Labour Party victory.       

“Is that a good result?” asked  Nadia sitting down to watch. “I get the feeling it could be worse in France on Sunday. Especially for Ukraine.”

“Most people in the UK support Ukraine… and after 14 years of Conservative rule, we needed a change,” said Jane. “Tonight’s results will show that.”

“If we’re done for tonight,” said her co-pilot Aleks. “I’ll do one last check with the mechanics for the three flights of MiG-29s moving in tomorrow.”

The others all left, leaving Jane to discuss the vagaries of the UK electoral system with Nadia.

**

Friday, July 5th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

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As instructed Kapitan Anzhela Havrylyuk led Gold Flight down to the runway of Chayka Field. She felt nothing had changed. Same weeds and derelict buildings. Yet as she taxied towards the marshal, she glimpsed security features not visible from the air. Camouflaged scrapes and trenches for Night Owls. Mobile ground-to-air missile launchers in hidden shelters. Dog patrols moving in the shadows.

Larisa Kovalyov waved and blew her a sneaky kiss before leading her onto the taxiway through the trees at the back of the base. They eventually reached a hard standing built into the woodland. With Larisa and one other mechanic, they reversed the MiG into its bay in the trees.

Once Larisa helped her down from the plane, Anzhela noticed she was alone with her. The other mechanic had left to assist another jet.

“This is amazing. There’s enough space for the small fuel tanker and the armaments truck. Plus, the tree canopy hides us from the air.”

“And in winter we can use camouflage netting, although there are a few conifers here to help hide the jets all year. Plus, for fast scrambles, there’s space for the whole flight and groundcrew to camp among the trees.’”

“Let’s compare thoughts with the other two flights when we debrief inside.”

As they explored the tracks back towards the main buildings, they met the others and found where Nadia & Aleks had hidden their Alfa Tiger.

“Are the craft too close now? Should we build earthwork barriers like revetments?” asked Anzhela.

“Yes, to be safe in case of a major fire,” said Larisa. “So, we’ll work on earthworks, maybe even stonewalls.”

*

The first three MiG-29 flights based at Chayka Field joined Nadia in the Squadron Command Centre.

“I feel we need to congratulate those who prepared this base,” said Anzhela on behalf of her colleagues. “The dispersed standings will keep our presence here secret… for a while.”

“However,” continued Blue leader, Adriana Pavlenko. “Flying twelve or more jets in & out of here regularly is going to be a challenge. It will take practice, especially if we don’t want the enemy targeting us as an active base.”

“Especially when the last two flights arrive tomorrow,” added Maryna Sobol, Sable leader.

“True,” said Nadia. “When Kalyna and Vasy are with us tomorrow, I believe they are planning to run a full squadron exercise to address the obvious problem.”

Maryna’s number 2, Katia Antonov went to the detailed wall map of the base and pointed to the outlying roads.

“Are we allowed to use these roads across neighbouring farms as landing strips?”

“A solution once our squadron leaders get permission,” said Nadia. “And if our cover as an animal training centre isn’t compromised.”

*

Once the jets had disappeared behind the buildings and their engines were silent, Chayka Field was transformed into a training base.

From a green truck, four K9 units alighted by the arena. Before doing the same for their dogs, the handlers put on Kevlar vests. Then Daniela Stasiuk and Rihi her Dutch Shepherd walked out to the agility course followed by Aldona Jagoda with Taika her Belgian Malinois and two K9 recruits.

150617-N-NT265-182 YOKOSUKA, Japan (June 17, 2015) – Master-at-Arms 3rd Class Kelsey Carlton, from Clearwater, Fla., assigned to Military Working Dog unit at Fleet Activities Yokosuka, conducts obstacle course training with military working dog Donci. The canines with the unit are used to apprehend suspects, detect explosives and narcotics while searching buildings, ships and submarines. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Christian Senyk/Released)

Daniela sent Rihi around the course first, as Aldona played distracting sound effects of gunfire and aircraft engines from a portable audio system. Rihi was oblivious to the noises as he sped through the obstacles.

“Can Taika beat the time?” asked Daniela, challenging her friend.

The Malinois cut seconds off the Shepherd’s time.

Aldona turned to the recruits.

“Ready to tackle the course. You can start by running the course with your dogs and without the noise. Alyona and Zeb you’re up first. But Kseniya, watch as you’ll follow with Nyx.”

“And then we’ll reintroduce the sounds and voice commands. Tonight, we’ll be out here by moon and starlight… as we’re Night Owls.”

With the guidance of their handlers, Nyx and Zeb proved to be quick learners, although the reintroduction of gunfire and jet engines slowed their responses to their handler’s voices. But eventually, the trainers were satisfied.

“That will do for now,” said Daniela. “Let’s hope Zeb and Nyx still remember the lessons tonight.”

*

On the far side of the runway, Conchita Gutiérrez and Adelita Palomo were exercising two horses, watched by concerned journalist Aaron Garcia.

“Don’t these horses get unsettled by the noises?” asked Aaron. “They would bother me if I didn’t know the sounds.”

“After two years of war I’m not surprised,” said Conchita. “They must have heard too much gunfire and low-flying aircraft… even drones.”

“I’m sure there are more stressed animals out there,” added Adelita. “We could offer to console them as part of our service.”

“First though,” said Conchita, “We need to get Aaron on a horse—”

“When my back is better.”

“Now. Your back seemed okay in bed last night.”

Adelita giggled as a red-faced journalist was eased onto one of the horses.

**

Saturday, July 6th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Kalyna and Vasy Chayka welcomed their guests from the School of Eagles at the restaurant which had become their squadron’s home from home in Dęblin. Agnieszka and her family had made them and all their friends more than valued customers.

This lunchtime special was a chance to thank those who had made the Academy more than a haven from the Russian invasion.

“We wish there were more of the squadron here to express our gratitude for all the School of Eagles has done for us,“ said Kalyna. “You have lent us your training facilities and allowed the two-seater trainers to be based here. Your Engineering Department has assisted us in rebuilding damaged MiG-29s, and your helicopter instructors gave us invaluable modifications. Plus, we left taking some of the talent you nurtured.”

“I see your respected Senior Ukraine Air Force Officer, Colonel Maksym Bondarenko is here,” said the Academy’s Deputy Commandant. “Also, Colonel Alfhild Falkborg of the Swedish Airforce, whom we presume is here with the Saab 340 AEW&C. We are honoured to host your command plane while it assists our allies.”

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] https://www.kyivpost.com/post/33469

The Deputy Commandant diplomatically ignored that the Swedish craft had visited other bases, possibly to keep the Russians confused in their threats against such NATO interference.

An exercise was planned the following Saturday, involving Chayka Field, the Saab 340 AEW&C and other squadron flights. Maksym and Alfhild were also at Dęblin to finalize arrangements for the exercise.

“Will any of your engineers be returning,” asked Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth. ”The MiG-29 rebuild programme has become an integral part of my courses, Majors.”

“We’ve no doubt Kapitan Mariyka Shevchuk and other officers have reasons to visit regularly,” answered Vasy glancing from Sergei to the helicopter instructors. “Serious friendships were made with Dęblin during our time here.”

“Just let us know if you plan to visit if you plan to visit,” said Kalyna. “Our base is somewhat unusual with animals using the runway and an unkempt appearance everywhere.”

“However, rest assured that the monthly film nights will continue here,” said Agnieszka.

“And at the new Zvenigora Restaurant in Chayka Field,” added Sergei.

*

Maksym, Alfhild, and Carita watched Red and Green Flights take off for the new base.

“I hope Kalyna was joking about the appearance of the new base,” said Carita. “I was planning a photo spread on it for Swedish Aero-News.”

“No joke,” said Maksym. “It’s designed to look as though it’s a security dog training complex. The aircraft are all hidden.”

“How did they disguise the heat signatures?” asked Alfhild. “I arranged for some Swedish tech to be sent but maybe they need more. Saab has been researching the problem with mixed results. The sooner the squadron is flying Gripen Es the better as they are harder to detect than most NATO planes.”

“What’s the likelihood of getting them,” asked Maksym. “Our trials with stealth paint, and with the mixing of hot exhaust with cool ambient air on MiG29s are experimental at best.”

“Next Saturday’s exercise will show how invisible the base and the squadron are. Plus, it’s a chance to show Saab a squadron ready to demonstrate their Gripen E can hold its own in a European war right now.”

“Something our trained Swedish squadrons can’t do,” said Carita. “When the Russians invade a NATO country, our politicians will have left it too late.”

“Are we suggesting my Night Witches have to become the first active Gripen E combat squadron?” asked Maksym

“If we can manoeuvre our way through a political minefield,” said Alfhild. “The decision to send F-16s has put pressure on those of us in Sweden who believe the Gripen suits Ukraine better. The debate will intensify if Russia destroys the longer, cleaner runways needed by F-16s.”

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

*

Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Red & Green Flights landed smoothly at their new base and the marshals directed them to their hard standings in the woodland.

Kalyna peered through the trees as the other jets disappeared into the evening gloom.

“It’s hard to believe there are twenty jets hidden in this woodland,” she said to her Chief Mechanic. “I hope we get them all airborne smoothly during Saturday’s exercise.”

“Our combined monkey troop will coordinate the five flights’ takeoffs using three taxiways. That will work.”

She met up with Vasy and the six junior pilots heading to the canteen. Most of the squadron was there, but the cousins went to the Squadron Command Centre to discover how far base security had progressed.

Fortunately, all the key people were standing in front of the airfield map.

“Estera and I managed to disperse the new equipment to cover the areas marked,” said Andżelika Sówka. “Plus, ensure nothing was visible except close up.”

Geralt standing to one side with Jeong Chae-Yeong, noticed the cousins arrive and greeted them.

“How were your flights from Dęblin with your junior pilots?”

“Uneventful,” replied Vasy. “No surprise animals on the runway. And every jet hidden in the trees… well done. Are we ready for next Saturday’s exercise… or a surprise scramble?”

There was a nervous pause as everyone wondered who should answer.

Chayka Field’s temporary commander? Or the Design Engineer?

“We’re still preparing for the unexpected,” said Nadia. “Like another attack and a chance to try Saab’s Mobile Short-Range Air Defence… which looks so new it’s good they sent a technician.”

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/

“And when my engineering team stops devising new gadgets,” said Mariyka, “I’m worrying about the Monday, July 15th opening of the new Zvenigora Restaurant.”

“Sounds like we’ve missed so much sitting in Dęblin,” said Kalyna. “Therefore, tomorrow we’ll need an inspection tour of Chayka Field and all its upgrades and secrets.”

**

FCA 2,170 WORDS

Slava Ukrayini

#IWSG – Synopsis Solution

It’s time for yet another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024, and more canine escapades. 

First writing. My Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights, has been delayed since I posted the 3rd and last part of Episode 23, ‘Witches Troupe’, although I have drafted some of Episode 24.

Freedom Flights: Episode 23 – Witches Troupe – Part 3

Slava Ukrayini

Graphics by Jonathan Temples – 
http://jonathantemples.co.uk/

As for my Welsh police procedural, Fevered Fuse, my editor has kindly offered to help me get the manuscript ready for submission to publishers at no extra charge in the autumn, as long as I work on a submission package before then. I’m struggling with the synopsis first but will need brave volunteers to read it. Those who don’t know the plotlines so can judge if the synopsis sounds like an interesting story.

Now I must not forget the other change in our house – July’s canine arrival. Our cute 15-week-old Beagalier puppy, Taika – Maori for ‘tiger’ – is still pure energy with sharp nails and teeth, who loves chewing sockets, cables, my wife’s oxygen tubes, boxes etcetera… even though he has plenty of toys from Blondie. Whether he’ll ever be as calm as Quetzal, remains to be seen. We hope the cost of replacing everything he destroys doesn’t eat at our affection.

Finally, our older dog, Treeky is ten today… easy to remember as he kindly agreed to share his birthday with me, though he’s 61 years younger.

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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!

August 7 question – Do you use AI in your writing and if so how? Do you use it for your posts? Incorporate it into your stories? Use it for research? Audio?

The nearest I come to using AI to write is probably when software like Grammarly and ProWriting Aid improve my writing, although Word also corrects my errors. And they were at work in that sentence and throughout this post.                                                                                                                                                 

I’m also aware that AI must be at work in all the high-tech that appears in Freedom Flights. When researching the jets and helicopters integral to the plotlines, I know how AI has played a key role in making them formidable and deadly, even if my understanding is a long way behind the skill sets my characters have mastered… and those of their brave real-life counterparts.

Wallpaper – https://wallup.net/eurocopter-tiger-attack-helicopter-aircraft-42/#google_vignette

The same possibly applies to my characters in Fevered Fuse, though their AI-influenced tech is motorbikes and police radios.

Sorry for this brief answer.

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The awesome co-hosts for the August 7 posting of the IWSG are Feather Stone, Kim Lajevardi, Diedre Knight, C. Lee McKenzie, and Sarah – The Faux Fountain Pen!

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Freedom Flights: Episode 24 – Security Details

 

This is an extra June episode of Freedom Flights. The next episode will be set about a month later in early July when various key events occur in Europe and the USA. As foreshadowed in the final scene of this episode, the monthly movie night will happen.

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 reach the frontlines any day soon 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 24 – Security Details

2024

Sunday, June 9th – Airfield Krupa, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

https://wikimapia.org/6214889/Lutsk-Airport#/photo/1381939

Kapitan Nadia Lysenko lay camouflaged among the grasses on the roof of the control tower scanning the airfield with her tinted field glasses. In the dawn light, there was little activity across the abandoned buildings. Even the supposed cargo facility at the eastern edge of the base seemed deserted.

Beside her, Kapitan Aleks Górski, her co-pilot noted the two groups of four Night Owls including a dog handler as they patrolled the tight perimeter of their overnight encampment.

“Lieutenant Estera Sówka implied eight more Owls with a second K9 handler were flying in first thing this morning in the Griffon.”

“We need them to secure a large enough area to accommodate at least a functioning percentage of the squadron. The majors and ACW must work out how many flights and helicopters we need here to make it an operational base. Plus, the power supply and freshwater requirements.”

A voice shouted from the control room below.

“G for Golf requesting permission to land from the senior officer. Guess that’s you Kapitan Lysenko.”

“Granted… especially if the Griffon has more Night Owls plus basic supplies.”

Today’s controller, Lieutenant Beitris Berengar, directed the Griffon to where the temporary ground crew marshalled the craft down to the ground, before moving it into makeshift cover. 

As Nadia started to climb down the exterior ladder from the roof, Aleks pointed to where eight Night Owls were sneaking stealthily towards the buildings, using the undergrowth.

“Clever,” said Nadia. “They are only noticeable from up here. I suspect they jumped from the Griffon during its approach. Is this a security test for us or the other Owls protecting us? To be one ahead, I’ve taken some photos on my phone. Let’s see how this plays out.”

Rather than climb to the ground, the Alfa crew sneaked back into the control tower where one Owl was with the Controller Beitris. Neither had seen the second group of Night Owls exit the Griffon as it came close to the ground. They promised to give them a surprise welcome if they came upstairs.

Nadia and Aleks slipped out again into the main buildings to their Tiger whose sensors they activated. Then they set up an open line with the Tower.

As they waited, they watched Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka divide her Night Owls, sending three up into the control tower. She then led her four Owls including the dog unit to where the Black Hawk was parked perhaps believing this might be where the other Owls might operate from.

Nadia’s intercom beeped.

“Owl One to Alfa, we also noted the intruders you spotted. We are tracking them. What is the current situation inside? Over.”

“Owl Two with a K9 are in Hotel. We are in Alfa listening to chatter. Can do more, over.”

“Watch. Report. Out.”

Lieutenant Estera Sówka like the intruders, sent three Owls up the Control Tower to close the trap.

“Owl One to Alfa. Can you lure Owl Two by calling for help? Over.”

“Alfa will do in 5. Deploy trap, over.”

“5 is perfect, deploying. Out.”

Nadia knew what to do but wished she could talk in unbreakable code.

“Aleks, we need to broadcast as if we’re unaware of the Black Hawk’s abilities like ours. Can you ensure we are heard, please?”

“OK, proceed.”

On the 5-minute mark, Nadia began calling.

“Alfa emergency. Unidentified intruders attempting access into Tiger. Unwilling to use force until identified. Also, too close to other helicopters. Over.”  

“Alfa No.2. Fire extinguishers activated under craft where fire detected. Please evacuate the area.”

On the Osiris system’s cameras, they watched figures in blue uniforms scurry out of the temporary hangar as Aleks released smoke canisters to simulate the fire suppression. The K9 unit hung back, the dog growling.

After some minutes, the smoke cleared revealing one group of Night Owls guarding another.

“Owl One to Alfa. Your intruders have been apprehended. What do you want done with them? Over.”

“Alfa to Owl One. Escort them and their collaborators to the canteen, where we can interrogate them over coffee and whatever supplies they have brought. Over and out.”

Great gray owls in Montreal, Canada – rollandgelly/Getty Images

Loud cheers greeted the harsh decision of the duly elected base officer-in-charge.

*

The canteen had been the first space allocated in the basement due to its modern kitchen, clearly designed to service rushing passengers.

“I hope the space selected for the new Zvenigora Restaurant is even fancier,” said Aleks. “It’s the Night Witches’ home-from-home.”

“Definitely,” said Andżelika. “Our primary night haunt on the ground has to be special, classy, and safe.”

Nadia glanced at all her sisters. Despite their war game’s tensions, they quickly relaxed and gelled back into one unit.

But they couldn’t relax… mistakes had been made.

“What have we learned about our new home… and our ability to defend it, today?”

“As defenders, we were not all prepared,” said Estera. “Fortunately, Nadia and Aleks spotted the intruders as did my Night Owl unit, so the element of surprise switched to us.”

“True,” said Andżelika. “However, when we occupied the Black Hawk, I was aware of radio chat. I should have tried to intercept or block it. That might have avoided the false fire alert.”

Nadia nodded in agreement.

“I’ve worried for months about the ease at which our transmissions can be hacked. We need a way to encrypt our communications.”

“It’s a shame none of us speaks an obscure language,” said Captain Xenia Ahlberg. “However, when Iryna and I graduated through the RCAF, we knew First Nation graduates who spoke their distinct indigenous languages. Would those prove as useful as the languages of the Native American Code Talkers in World War II?”

“Could be,” replied Nadia. “I’ll ask the majors as they have the contacts to follow the idea up. First, let’s ensure our Owl patrols cover all the key areas.”

“And that includes having watchers on the highest buildings as you proved,” added Andżelika. “We also need to retain undergrowth as cover and to disguise this as an active base.”

‘We also need to keep all our craft further apart,” said Estera. “Keep them dispersed and reduce the fire hazard as well.”

A radio message came via the Control Tower to expect visitors in an hour.

“Perfect,” said Nadia. “This is an opportunity to test our ability to conceal our presence. They know we are here, but can they find us? So, secure the weak spots Owls, and move two helicopters elsewhere. Which ones are easiest? Tiger and Griffon? And use what means we must to mask any comms. Let’s try… but greet them control.”

*

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

“Papa to Krupa Control. Permission to land with four visitors.”

“Control to Papa, permission granted. Park on the pad below the tower. Over and out.”

Vasy scanned the buildings for signs of activity.

“There should be three of our helicopters here, but I don’t see one.”

“Cadet Kalniņa, can you detect anything?” asked Maksym Bondarenko.

“I can’t detect the Night Owls anywhere,” said Geralt. “They may be playing us, so be prepared for anything… they’re here. I sense them.”

“We’re being scanned,” said Odrija Kalniņa. “But I can’t tell where from or who by.”

As Vasy dropped onto the ground and crouched, she said, “I’d guess Alfa Tiger. I’m going to see if anyone will welcome or arrest us.”

Maksym and Geralt followed as she made a weaving dash for the Control Tower, keeping low to the ground.

Odrija turned to her last passenger.

“Should I leave the Puszczyk here or do you have another idea, Mariyka?”

“As we approached this pad, I glimpsed something in that denser undergrowth over there by the cleared taxiway. Let’s buzz the area and see if we flush someone… not so low we scalp them.”

Odrija took off and headed over the perfect cover for two skulking Night Owls.

“Great move, Papa,” said Geralt over the Tower’s intercom “There’s a few more camouflaged places worth sweeping. Then join us inside where we found another one. Over and out.”

A couple more Owls surrendered their hiding places.

“Twelve more to find,” said Geralt when they met him and Maksym outside the Control Tower. “These large rusty doors make this main complex look abandoned from the air or even the runway.”

“Perfect disguise,” added Maksym. “Yet on close inspection, these doors have been opened and closed a few times. Plus, they’re almost hangar doors so, I guess we’ll find a helicopter behind them.”

The door slid open with ease revealing a Black Hawk… and four armed guards including a K9 unit.

The next door revealed a Griffon and another four guards with another dog.

Geralt’s radio beeped – Andżelika.

“Now where’s the Tiger? When you find it, the rest of us might be there… and ready for dinner. Happy hunting.”

*

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Finding a Tiger on a lower level would have been a surprise even with a tarpaulined hole in the roof. Vasy pointed up at the ceiling.

“I’m not sure if a Tiger would fit through there or whether it would be practical. My guess is under camouflage netting outside and behind this structure.”

Maksym stood at a window with a rear view of more abandoned buildings and tangled undergrowth. He scanned the area with his binoculars looking for thermal signatures, human or man-made, and then gestured towards a clump of trees.

“There’s a well-hidden object there, generating something that shouldn’t be detectable with the Tiger’s infrared and acoustic signatures… unless they want to be found.”

“I’ll contact Andżelika,” said Geralt. “If that’s the Tiger, we’ve earned not just dinner but also an explanation.”

*

Half an hour later, almost all of them were gathered in the canteen eating and discussing how Airfield Krupa was turning out.

“Approaching the base,” said Maksym, “It looked abandoned, and the derelict illusion was maintained until we reached those rusty doors that had been recently moved. To continue fooling the Russians and Belarusians into believing this is just a minor cargo strip we must continue being cautious.”

“Starting with our suspicious neighbors,” said Estera. “Ever since Nadia and Aleks ran into them, their planes haven’t moved… even at night. They only use a truck. We’ve been too busy securing this area, but it’s time we discovered who they are. First thing tomorrow?”

Maksym nodded. “Official visit as I represent Air Command West and Vasy is here as the 2022 Night Witches Squadron Commander—”

“Unless they report to Belarus,” added Geralt. “So, a visit from the Night Owls might be the ‘cautious’ approach. We can ensure our equipment lets you observe remotely.”

Once a time and plan had been agreed upon, they finished eating.  They then left their volunteer clean-up crew.

Nadia led everyone else along underground passages into a basement room set up as an office.

“This is in a secure enough location to act as a shelter as well as a squadron command centre. Sorry, there’s no view. Murals anyone?”

On one wall was a corkboard with the detailed map of the airbase that the Owls had found. Photographs taken around the base were pinned around the map with arrows indicating their locations.

“Aleks and I,” continued Nadia, “explored some of these extensive access roads. We may have found the dispersed site we’ve been searching for over the last few weeks. The roads will need to be repaired and widened in places.”

“Were you considering revetments?” asked Mariyka. “It might be hard to build and disguise many.”

Vasy and Maksym studied the map, pointing at specific areas.

“We agree,” said Vasy. “Over time we will need some for planes we can’t disperse, like our twelve CF-18A Hornets—”

“Which won’t see action until other squadrons are flying F-16s in combat,” added Maksym. “So, initially the MiG-29s, and then the Gripens will have to be dispersed. How many dispersal sites did you and Aleks identify, Nadia?”

They placed 4 blue and 4 gold pins on the map to indicate potentially the best locations.

“There are at least four more,” said Aleks. “Those will depend on factors like spacing, other requirements… and our neighbours, including farmers.”

Airfield Krupa – Google maps

“And I’m sure you noted Alfa Tiger’s camouflaged pad was intentionally positioned nearby,” added Nadia. “The four other Tigers and the KAI LAH will have to use the ground floor passenger areas on either side of the rust-disguised doors… once we’ve installed more ‘rusted’ hangar doors and blast-proof dividing walls.”

“That’s a lot of engineering work plus material,” said Mariyka. “Are we getting any assistance on this?”

“ACW might stretch to some,” said Maksym. “But I fear it won’t be enough with demands from too many quarters.”

“Kalyna and I might raise help through Chayka Air,” said Vasy. “This squadron has become a key project for many Canadian Ukrainians. However, we’ll continue routing everything through Dęblin… and investigate local resources.”

“Without risking the enemy discovering this is a military base,” added Maksym. “We’ll need a cover story.”

Estera and the Night Owls whispered quickly, pointing at their two K9 units.

Belgian Malinois: Image Credit: Y.Gq_photo, Shutterstock – https://pangovet.com/pet-breeds/dogs/military-dog-breeds/ Dutch Shepherd: Image Credit: NSC Photography, Shutterstock – https://pangovet.com/pet-breeds/dogs/military-dog-breeds/

“Meet Taika the Belgian Malinois and Rihi the Dutch Shepherd from our dog training service. We’re a security service anxious to help people. Chayka Retreat is devoted to helping all working animals from dogs to horses.”

“Does this mean the Owls could pose as a paramilitary unit if threatened?” asked Geralt. “Or only to neighbours who don’t like dog training. Work on that neat cover while on Night details.”

**

Monday, June 10th – Airfield Krupa, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Estera and Andżelika led four of their Night Owls with Glock sidearms and the two K9 units equipped with mikes and cameras towards the eastern end of the base. The other six Owls, armed with Grot assault rifles had positioned themselves nearby overnight.

Maksym, Vasy, and Geralt were surveilling the operation from the squadron command centre, with Alfa Tiger on standby in the unlikely event of an ambush the Owls couldn’t handle.

The lead Owls were met by just two men armed with old assault rifles.

“Can we help you? Are you lost?”

In her earpiece, Estera heard Vasy say, “Beware, Nadia & Aleks encountered four armed men and a traffic controller.”

“Please can we talk to the owner of this business or the manager?”

They directed them into the hangar in the far corner, which was filled with boxes that set the dogs barking. A large heavy-set man came out of an office armed and demanding they shut the dogs up.

The handlers whistled and they obeyed.

“This is the manager, so tell us why you are trespassing.”

“We are your new neighbours—”

“From the Armed Forces of Ukraine… except you look more paramilitary. What’s your business with us?”

“To ensure we aren’t operating a security business next to an illegal operation as our K9s suspect.”

The first men they met, dragged a box over and pried its side off revealing used cooking equipment.

“Have your dogs search,” said Geralt in Andżelika’s ear. “There’s something suspicious here. I’m calling your backup to move closer.”

Andżelika inspected the cooking equipment and shook her head.

“Reminds me of appliances the Russians stole for electronic components. I think the K9s need to search more.”

As the handlers set the dogs working, the men levelled their guns at the Owls as they drew their sidearms.

Before anyone could attack, six Owls in the hangar doorway fired their Grots into the air.

“If you want us to call the military we can,” said Estera. “Otherwise let the dogs have their training run.”

Each of the K9s froze beside boxes near the back and their handlers investigated before rewarding them.

“Drugs,” said both handlers.

“Just marijuana,” said the manager. “Nothing harmful… just recreational.”

“What about the cocaine and opioids hidden further underneath,” said Taika’s handler as both dogs found and sat by another box.

“Arrest them. This box contains explosives. We need to check everything,” said Rihi’s handler as she cautiously waved over another Owl. “You’re more of an explosives expert, Zofia. Do we need the military? Rihi and I will check the other boxes… sorry.”

 As the smugglers were being rounded up, Geralt messaged Andżelika, “We’re contacting the local authorities to protect the cover story.”

When a local intelligence officer turned up with enough police to detain the gang, he took Andżelika and Estera to one side.

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

“I know who you Night Owls are – air force security – but the police lieutenant doesn’t so give him the cover story for this place, which is all your squadron’s now. Good hunting sisters.”

The lieutenant eventually came over.

“Many thanks for exposing these guys, we suspected something was happening like this in our area, but not where. How did you stumble on them?”

“The Air Force just gave us this abandoned base. It’s too small for them or something. We’re a security training service anxious to help people. We’re renaming this Chayka Retreat which will be devoted to helping all working animals from dogs to horses.” The K9s and their handlers joined them. “Meet Taika and Rihi from our dog training service, with their handlers, Aldona Jagoda and Daniela Stasiuk. They are the ones who found the boxes during a training exercise. Hopefully, we get sent other dogs to train.”

“Congratulations, all four of you. If we ever need your services, may we contact you?”

“Of course,” said Andżelika. “We’re all pleased to serve Ukraine.”

*

“That was an excellent result,” said Maksym, once all the officers were together in the command centre. “Now we even have the whole base.”

Nadia and Aleks were updating the map adding 4 black, 4 red, and 4 green pins.

“You believe there’s now space to disperse all five flights?” asked Vasy. “So, the revetments can wait until we need the Hornets. Dispersal stage one.”

“Both over time,” said Nadia. “First, we will need to build camouflaged hard standings for each jet but there should be the space.”

“We just need to source the material,” added Aleks. “Plus, ensure that our flight and ground crews have accommodation.”

“Do you envisage flights on standby camping out?” asked Maksym. “It would make for faster response times.”

“It’s how the original Night Witches operated, moving from forest glade to woodland clearing,” said Vasy. “Though I’d hope there’s enough space in the main buildings to sleep the whole squadron.”

“I sense a challenging month ahead,” said Mariyka. “During that time my engineering team will have a few interesting challenges. Plus, Zvenigora will be taking on a new catering assignment.”

Vasy slipped a movie poster across the table. “I don’t know who produced this, probably our K9 heroines. It suggests Zvenigora’s first movie night here will be ‘Megan Leavey’ about a US Marine K9 unit.” She paused and glanced at everyone. “If there’s nothing urgent you all know what to do.”

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

“There’s one thing,” said Nadia. “Some of us have been discussing a communications idea. Maybe I can run it past you, Maksym and Geralt first, and then Kalyna as there’s a Canadian angle.”

**

Slava Ukrayini

FCA 3,180 words

#IWSG – Writing Gems

It’s time for yet another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024, and more adventures, these canines.

Moving house has been ruled out due to financial constraints, which feels crazy having owned a brick-and-mortar house with a three-car garage until two years ago. At least we bought my wife’s three sons’ homes before the money began drying up.

Fortunately, I can sometimes distract myself from our financial and health issues by attempting to focus on writing. My Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights, still helps the most. On Monday, July 1st, I posted the 3rd and last part of Episode 23, ‘Witches Troupe’, with a format change I hope is apparent… as I’ve made it a permanent change. Hopefully, it’s noticeable.

Freedom Flights: Episode 23 – Witches Troupe – Part 3

Slava Ukrayini

The greatest change in our house has been canine.

On June 17th last year our special fur baby Quetzal passed away, and I struggled to come to terms with her loss for months. I wrote part 1 of her tribute but failed to write part 2… even though I still miss her.

In late March we acquired an Aussiedoodle puppy called Blondie… full name Windsong Blondelle Phoenix. She was adorable though too large to have her jumping on my bed, especially when she landed hard on my legs. Over time it became apparent that we couldn’t give a large one-year-old dog the right attention. Fortunately, Shaunna, one of our caregivers with the previous company, helped us with her, even having Blondie stay one of the nights Juanita was in the hospital.

Taika (R) and his brothers

Last Friday, Juanita bought me a cute 6-week old Beagalier puppy, who we’ve called Taika – Maori for ‘tiger’. He’s pure energy with sharp nails which my scratched arms and chest are evidence of. And he scrambles all over my desk, desperate to chew my water jug’s straw. Whether he’ll ever be as calm as Quetzal, remains to be seen.

And Blondie met him for a few hours before she moved to her new home with Shaunna, her large dogs – already friends – and her family.

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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!

July 3 question – What are your favorite writing processing (e.g. Word, Scrivener, yWriter, Dabble), writing apps, software, and tools? Why do you recommend them? And which one is your all time favorite that you cannot live without and use daily or at least whenever you write?

When I started writing, I used Wordstar but over the course of time I changed to Word. Almost all of my recent fiction exists as Word files, even those created in Scrivener. From about 2016 when we moved from North Wales to Idaho, USA, until June 2022, I worked on a desktop PC creating draft novels in Scrivener.

I found Scrivener to be a better programme than Word for assembling and keeping track of my novels’ elements such as characters, and locations, with the ease of moving scenes and chapters around.

I’m especially aware of this now that I work without my desktop on a laptop with only Word. I am acutely aware of this as I write Freedom Flights with its multiple locations and characters, and set between 1944 and the present day. I suspect it would cost me money I don’t have to install the newest Scrivener on my laptop.

For editing, I used an excellent online programme called Fictionary, which allows you to move scenes and chapters around, and assess things like flow, repetition, openings and endings, pace, etc. I used Fictionary to edit Fevered Fuse and it was effective. However, I let my sub lapse, so I haven’t loaded my Ukraine project onto it yet.

I use other software like Grammarly and ProWriting Aid to improve my writing, although Word is my Number One writing gem, my all-time favourite.                                                                                                                                                  

Hope my format change works.

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The awesome co-hosts for the July 3 posting of the IWSG are JS Pailly, Rebecca Douglass, Pat Garcia, Louise-Fundy Blue, 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 23 – Witches Troupe – Part 3

This is Part 3, the last part of Episode 23 of Freedom Flights, collectively called Witches Troupe.

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

Episode 23 – Witches Troupe

2024

Part 3

Friday, June 7th – Zvenigora B&B, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

The sound of jet engines and rotary blades drilled into Geralt’s head, forcing him awake. He reached a hand across the double bed, but there was nobody in the woman—shaped depression beside him.              

  Had it been Chae-Yeong or Ji-Yeon beside him all night or a dream?

Chae-Yeong had a dawn exercise and he had heard helicopters taking off. One might have been her KAI LAH. She knew he needed to sleep… and move on.

LAH prototype: Photo – Flyblackarrow

But he kept smelling jasmine, her favourite scent. Where from in this rented room?

Coincidence if Chae-Yeong used the same scent. Or stress-induced imagination.

He forced his mind to relive the Challenge evening, remembering the struggle as lay on the grass beside Chae-Yeong. Above them, the pin-pricked sky, trying to escape from the past.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Earlier, he had abandoned the Darts Trophy with a teammate, exchanging it for two glasses of vodka with Chae-Yeong. She knew he was struggling to bury the past.

He had murmured as he held her in a gentle embrace.

” ‘O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done…”

She replied with the next line. “The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;”

And as so often, they exchanged lines of Walt Whitman’s famous poem, until he said, “But O heart! heart! heart!”

Then the flood of memories forced his head down into his hands. He could only sob, “O the bleeding drops of red.”

Chae-Yeong tried every other line, yet all he could force out was Ji-Yeon’s name. If only he had fallen asleep.

Would that have been giving into his PTSD?

Instead, she had talked about Ji-Yeon and what she wanted. Then, she quoted from the last verse of the poem,

“…The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

      Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!”

Reminding him that they had won, breaking the smugglers’ attempt to divert critical arms. Now was the time to move forward.

“You returned her body to her family,” she had said and he’d agree. “So, they’ve been able to bury her and find peace. You promised her that you’d protect me, which you fulfil every day… not just me, but protection for us all.”

She was right and she called it his Post Trauma Growth. They had walked back to the Zvenigora where their bodies were truly united without guilt.

Now Chae-Yeong was doing her part for Ukraine and peace. It was his chance to commit everything to the same cause.

Friday, June 7th – Airfield Krupa, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Tiger in Flight 2012. Author: Peng Chen 

The early morning sun’s rays were banishing the mist from the overgrown taxiways surrounding Krupa’s derelict buildings.

Nadia and Aleks had detected no signs of life at the airfield, even though four small aircraft were parked outside a closed hangar. They were anxious to land and park their Tiger somewhere secure and hidden from unwelcome attention.

“The smaller control tower is nearer those planes and less derelict,” said Nadia. “We can land on the nearby taxiway, and search for whoever was meant to do the restoration work for ACW.”

“Maksym said they should expect regular visits to check on progress.” Aleks didn’t sound reassured.

They landed in the shadow of the control buildings and secured the Tiger with its enhanced armaments switched to protect. They equipped themselves with the FAMAS bullpup assault rifles stored on their French craft for its crew.

Entering the ground floor through heavy brass doors, they noticed superficial work had been done, just enough to make some rooms useable.

Aleks gestured at the poorly disguised CCTV cameras and the cables leading upwards.

She whispered, “I can interfere with those from the Tiger. Wait out of sight.”

When she returned, they quietly followed the cables expecting to be surprised by whoever’s domain they had trespassed onto. They had readied their bullpups, although any security could be friendly.

On the top floor, they heard voices from inside the control room. The voices seemed to be ordering the four small aircraft outside, telling them to deliver packages to other airfields. No mention was made of any attempt to upgrade the airfield, but there had to be a contact.

Nadia knocked once on the door and called out, “I’m Kapitan Nadia Lysenko from the Ukraine Air Force looking for the upgrade crews. Can you help?”

There was muffled whispering inside, and then the door was opened and Nadia was shown in. A flight controller sat facing towards the tarmac where the cargo planes were waiting. “Lay your gun on the desk and turn round. We just need to be sure who you really are.”

When she was allowed to turn around, she calmly said, “Two men brandishing semi-automatic rifles seem distrustful. Can’t we talk this through?”

“Especially when I’m aiming at your controller,” said Aleks. “So, let’s talk, please?”

A large, heavy-set man stepped into the doorway, lowering his gun as he said, “Wise idea… talking. I’m leaving you here with this armed guard while I check your identities outside.” His manner indicated he held some authority… at least within this clique. “Please let our deliveries leave safely.”

From the control tower, they could see how extensive the airfield was. But also how derelict it remained. There were signs that someone had extended the runway for a short distance, perhaps just enough to land MiG-29s. But they were unsure whether it was safe to call in Gold Flight until they knew who the present occupiers were.

The man returned but not on his own. He had brought two other men who immediately accused the Tiger crew of trespassing on private property

“I think you’ll find you’re the ones trespassing,” said Nadia. “This base has been acquired by the Armed Forces of Ukraine outright and we have every right to be here. You may be entitled to continue trading from this small area… if your business is legal.”

“Unfortunately, you cannot leave, so unless your enforcers are coming, you depend on our good nature. Take them back to their disabled grave… which we could get a substantial price for.”

True to their claim, the Tiger had been grounded with its rear rotors damaged. Some of the exterior armaments had also been disabled. However, communications remained intact, so they could request help.

“Whom should we contact first? Kalyniv or Dęblin?” asked Aleks when they were alone.

“We must contact Gold Flight first and see if they can land here. They could also send a message to Dęblin. We can also attempt to find out if anyone has attempted to restore any of the buildings or just the runway.”

Aleks contacted Gold Flight who said they would scramble immediately. This was the last day of their three-week tour, so they would continue onto Dęblin after coming to Krupa.

In less than half an hour, Gold Flight arrived at the air base and flew low over the runway checking its distance and for obstructions.

“This is Kapitan Anzhela Havrylyuk of the 2022 Night Witches Squadron. We believe you are holding one of our helicopters hostage please explain why.”

Nadia and Aleks had managed to hack into the control tower so overheard the reply.

“Apologies for the oversight we were unclear as to their intentions. What are yours over?”

“We will land our full flight and expect you to escort us to our officers.”

When Anzhela met Nadia, they embraced inside the Tiger.

“Can we trust these people, or are they dangerous?”

“I suspect they are illegally transporting goods from this airfield. Maybe not arms smugglers but potentially dangerous. We can try and fix the Tiger, but it will take most of the day as we’re not primarily mechanics. Continue to Dęblin and we’ll follow as soon as we can.”

“We can also send for helicopter support, although the Puszczyk will be doing the Kalyniv run.”

“There are two ideal choices,” said Aleks. “Either the Griffon with its two pilots and one flight engineer crew and space for 8-10 ground personnel. Or the Black Hawk with two pilots and two crew chiefs, plus space for eleven passengers.”

“It will also depend on who’s free… on movie night,” added Nadia. “Ideally two mechanics or flight engineers, and then whatever security personnel Geralt can spare. I want to check out whatever these supposed entrepreneurs have stashed away. It might be of concern to GROM’s Ukrainian colleagues. While you fly to Dęblin, we’ll contact the Brigade to discuss maintenance and then discuss ongoing security with Geralt.”

Nadia and Aleks settled in for a long day and probably night secure in their armoured Tiger…if their mysterious obstructors hadn’t disabled anything crucial to their survival. Yet, all the basics like food, water, heating and light were untouched…. Unlike the situation for so many others in this war.

“We must contact our colleagues at Dęblin. Gold Flight only know part of what happened. Also, the Brigade must send the right aid as everything feels precarious.”

“Which is why you are right involving Geralt’s group, whatever they get named,” added Aleks.

**

Friday, June 7th – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Owls, like this long-eared owl in Poland, are often nocturnal: Photo taken by Artur Mikołajewski – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=239504

By the time Gold Flight landed safely at Dęblin, plans were already underway not just for the repair of Alfa Tiger but for the first stage of the squadron’s occupation of Krupa.

“We were wrong sending such a small presence,” said Kalyna. “A serious oversight…in retrospect.”

“What did ACW report on the state of the base,” asked Anzhela Havrylyuk of Gold Flight. “The runway had been extended and cleared when we got there… and not for the four small cargo planes using it.”

Kalyna checked their last report from ACW.

“Other than what you noted, I fear not much. Maksym said the contractors should expect regular visits to check on progress. Seems our inspection has yielded minimal progress.”

She glanced around the group in the Witches’ office and nodded for Vasy to continue.

“As Nadia and Aleks contacted four fellow officers to resolve their situation, I felt it best we all met to ensure that we helped as efficiently as possible… and speedily as there are dubious parties involved. However, first, I will dispense with titles… apologies.”

She paused and then continued, “How can the damage to Alfa Tiger be fixed, Janina Patriksson and how many of your colleagues will be needed?”

“From what they reported, they need some tail rotor components and other parts  requiring three maintenance crew.”

“Xenia Ahlberg, your Griffon has one flight engineer and space for 8-10 personnel or cargo. Your Black Hawk, Henrika Visser has two crew chiefs and space for 11 personnel or cargo. Discuss with Janina how much space you would have left after ensuring you had the right maintenance crew and the requested components. This is crucial as there’s also a security issue.”

Vasy nodded at her cousin then joined the two helicopter pilots and the Chief Mechanic,

Kalyna then turned to Geralt Sówka and the two female officers in dark space cadet blue uniforms with owl insignias.

“Geralt, you were told about the strange situation that Nadia and Aleks reported from Krupa. They feel whatever these possible intruders might be doing, could concern your Ukrainian colleagues. Also, please introduce your fellow officers.”

“These are the First Lieutenants of our new security squad, Andżelika Sówka and Estera Sówka, my nieces and former GROM trainees. I chose the Owl insignia for its powerful symbolism… and ‘sowa’ means owl in Polish.”

“A wise choice as the owl is a night hunter… like the Night Witches. So, to the security issue.”

Geralt projected a map of the derelict buildings at Krupa Airbase from his tablet to the office’s wall screen.

“The rotor blade symbol indicates where Nadia reports Alfa Tiger landed tight beside the smallest control tower. Her report indicated that this building is partially restored, unlike what she and Aleks could see of the others,”

He switched from the map to a series of photos taken from the ground.

“When I talked with my colleagues at SSO, Ukraine Special Operations Forces, they were concerned about who was operating out of Krupa, as there are enough derelict buildings – as these photos show – to mask numerous illicit and dangerous activities. However, the war has placed endless demands on SSO resources, so they want us to investigate the airbase.”

“Have we the personnel yet?” asked Kalyna. “How many proficient recruits do you have?”

He turned to his nieces and one replied.

“Estera and I persuaded ten trained colleagues to assist us with the formation of an active security squad, which is provisionally called the Night Owls—”

“As Sowka Squad felt too nepotistic,” added Geralt. “Even though Andżelika and Estera will lead the unit.”

He changed the photos to floor plans of all the buildings, showing an extensive network of spaces below ground.

“SSO provided us with these airport layout plans when it was active a few years ago. If the intruders are using even a fraction of this area and feel entitled to stay, we have a security problem.”

“Except ACW assured us that the base was vacant,” said Kalyna. “Except for a small cargo business restricted to the area of the small control tower. We need to ensure that they remain in that area or leave.”

“Night Owls, how quickly and easily can you help us secure the main base,” asked Vasy. “And what transport do you need?”

Geralt swiftly consulted with his lieutenants and then let Andżelika reply.

“We would aim to get all of us in ASAP, but logistically we sense that is important to rescue Alfa Tiger first using the most efficient craft. Which you decided was?”

“Given the size of the components,” said Janina. “My team decided on the Black Hawk, as the two crew chiefs though gunners are also mechanics. However, I would send at least one other engineer to assist—”

“Leaving space for ten security personnel,” said the pilot, Henrika Visser. “We will be ready to leave in two hours, as soon as you have overseen the loading of the tail rotor components and other parts, Chief Patriksson.”

“Majors, permission to take eight Night Owls under my command, please,” asked Estera.

“Granted,” replied Kalyna and Vasy, who then asked, “Andżelika, that leaves you two Owls. What’s your strategy?”

Without glancing at Geralt, she replied, “After I leave here with Estera, we will divide the squad so she can establish a safe working perimeter around the two helicopters and recce a safe area to move to for permanence. However, my two Night Owls and I will work for as long as it takes finding other recruits among Dęblin students, Ukrainian refugees, or anyone on this base who believes Krupa can offer us a secure new home.”

“Over what period as I urged earlier?” asked Vasy.

“Given the way your crews have responded to events so far, we’d say Krupa could be secured within the next month… at least the key area around the main terminal. For instance, below the ground floor of the main concourse, I’ve identified on the floor plans a central space that could become another Zvenigora ‘cinema’ restaurant taking advantage of the network growing underground. A hub worth building and defending.”

There was generous applause for the vision.

Xenia Ahlberg, Pilot of Griffon asked, “I presume you want to use our craft to join the other two at Krupa tomorrow? We have room for eight of you, leaving say at 0600 tomorrow. Let’s discuss this idea at movie night this evening.

As the different groups dispersed outside, Geralt found himself alone with the Chayka cousins.

“Have we just witnessed the start of the move from Dęblin to Krupa?” he asked.

“Just the beginning of the move,” said Kalyna. “The arrival of French Mirages to Ukraine by the end of the year may be the end of an era.”

“Although the two Saab 340 AEWCS Sky and Sea Surveillance Planes when they arrived in Poland today for Ukraine,” said Vasy. “That might be today’s real game-changer, not anything we did.”

**

Wounded soldier at Kyiv memorial site: A young soldier sits in a wheelchair at a memorial site in Kyiv, Ukraine, on May 31, 2024. Most Ukrainians wish to continue the war, despite massive losses over more than two years of fighting. KOSTIANTYN LIBEROV/LIBKOS/GETTY IMAGES

Saturday, June 8th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

“Although we’re missing the seventeen sisters at Krupa,” said Mariyka. “There’s always the same number missing out at Kalkniv, and they usually catch up on the movie showings.”

“You’re suggesting a third showing at Krupa,” said Sergei. “At least the locals and the students are dependable regulars here… and they’re supporting us again tonight.”

Bookings were steady, although Mariyka worried how her aunt’s business might decline when most of them moved to Krupa. Yet it had survived before the Night Witches had come to Dęblin.

What about her and her Flight Engineers leaving… with or without Sergei? Was she about to rip her family apart?

Her concerns were interrupted by Geralt arriving with his new partner Chae-Yeong, plus three confident women in midnight blue uniforms each with an owl patch. He said they were expecting five more, so they needed a table for ten, somewhere discreet.

More of his usual covert business? But she knew not to pry when he was tasked with the squadron’s security.

Instead, she found herself supporting her aunt in defending ‘all these useless Ukrainian refugees’.

“The sooner we stop aiding them,” said an angry customer, ”the sooner we can make peace with the Russians as Mr Putin says he wants. All Ukraine must do is accept that Donetsk, Luhansk, Zaporizhzhia, and Kherson are part of Russia as they always were. We don’t need Ukraine in NATO risking our lives.”

It was tempting to ignore the man but soon someone would oppose his opinion, provoking a fight.

“This restaurant is not the place for political debate, sir.”

The man stood up and shouted.

“This fascist bitch wants me to shut up. Should I? You all know how we end this American-sanctioned war. Throw the Ukrainian Nazis out.”

Two firm hands grasped his arms.

“Are you going to let these customers enjoy their meals and the movie in peace?” asked two Night Owls in Polish. “Shout your political propaganda outside, please.

The man broke free and staggered to the door, muttering, “Damn blackshirt thugs already here. The film’s crap like the food.”

He tripped over the doorstep, landing flat on his face.

A round of applause carried the Owls back to their table.

Owl of Athena: Original art – Luke Hillestad

“Let’s hope Zelensky’s forthcoming peace conference in Switzerland attracts better supporters,” said Andżelika. “In two weeks we’ll know.”

She turned as five younger women came into the restaurant and seeing her hurried over.

“Hope we didn’t miss anything,” said one with a lilting accent.

“Just a touch of theatre.”

The lights dimmed and Mariyka introduced the evening’s entertainment.

“Tonight, we have our first-ever double bill. Our feature is Ocean’s 8, a 2018 American heist comedy film directed by Gary Ross and written by Ross and Olivia Milch. The film is a spin-off from Steven Soderbergh’s Ocean’s series and the fourth instalment. The film features an ensemble cast including Sandra Bullock, Cate Blanchett, Anne Hathaway, Mindy Kaling, Sarah Paulson, Awkwafina, Rihanna, and Helena Bonham Carter. The film follows a group of women led by Debbie Ocean, the sister of Danny Ocean, who plan a sophisticated heist at the annual Met Gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.

I’ll introduce our second film, a 2024 documentary after you’ve enjoyed Ocean’s 8.”

*

As the movie ended, the lights came on so Mariyka could introduce the documentary.

“We chose this 2024 documentary Blue Angels, as some of you are fighter jet pilots, like me. Some of you may even have flown in similar planes as those featured, although never in such formations. The Blue Angels follows the veterans and newest class of Navy and Marine Corps flight squadron as they go through intense training and into a season of heart-stopping aerial artistry. Be as amazed as I am whenever I see the Blue Angels fly with such precision.”

*

As the double bill ended and customers ordered fresh drinks at the bar, Sabina turned to her sister Mariyka, saying, “Pity so many missed tonight’s showing, especially the inspiring documentary. What’s going to happen when most of them are based at Krupa? Will we have enough clients here?”

“Aunt Agnieszka thinks so with the University staff and students supporting her… as before. We must have faith in her, especially as she’s planning for a cellar club in Lutsk, which would show films like here.”

“Does her club have to be in Lutsk?” asked Geralt as he paid the tab for his table. “My nieces noted something on Krupa’s ground plans. Join us when you’ve cleared up.”

Sometime later, Andżelika and her initial two Night Owls were finalizing the recruitment of the new five.

“Now we’re the perfect eight… almost like in ‘Ocean’s 8’… except this isn’t a heist, and we can’t afford any mistakes”

Agnieszka and her family joined them, wondering where this might lead as they pulled up more chairs.

Andżelika laid out the ground plan of Krupa’s main concourse.

“With a bit of imagination, this area here could be another Zvenigora ‘cinema’ restaurant, safely located underground within a network of spaces controlled by the 2022 Night Witches Squadron. We may know more about the location when we investigate in the next few days. It would be great too if there were communal spaces to meet family needs. It’s time our children could study safely too.”

“Have you room for a couple more,” asked Mariyka. “I’d like to see what’s there.”

“Ask Xenia Ahlberg, who’s joining us now.”

The Griffon pilot came over with Acacia Berntsen, her co-pilot, and Iryna Forsberg, their flight engineer.

“If these are all passengers, I’m afraid we can only take eight. Sorry. Maybe there’s another option, or some will have to come to Krupa when it’s secured in a few weeks.”

**

Slava Ukrayini

FCA 3,658 words

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocean%27s_8#

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Angels

Freedom Flights: Episode 23 – Witches Troupe – Part 2

This is Part 2 of Episode 23 of Freedom Flights. I will post Part 3 of Witches Troupe, the last part in a few days.

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

Episode 23 – Witches Troupe

2024

Part 2

Wednesday, June 5th – Environs of Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin, Poland

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Nadia and Aleks had set up links from their Tiger, with Vasy in the Dęblin Control Tower, and Kalyna observing the trials from the Puszczyk piloted by Odrija Kalniņa. The rest of Tigress Brigade was waiting at the main Dęblin base, as were Sabre Flight led by Maryna Sobol.

Nadia ran a last radio check.

“Alfa Tiger, White team defender over.”

“Tango Tower Black umpire receiving.”

“Papa Puszczyk White umpire receiving.”

“Bravo Tiger Black attacker receiving.”

“Charlie Tiger Black attacker receiving.”

“Golf Griffon Black attacker receiving.”

“Kilo KAILAH Black attacker receiving.”

“SABRE Support receiving, over.”

“Alfa to Tango and Papa. Can we proceed with trials? Over.”

Vasy let Kalyna say, “Proceed” and then Vasy issued the initial order to five attackers.

“Tango to Bravo and Charlie. Make first run now. Kilo and Golf follow 30 seconds later. Sabre fly interference as instructed.”

As their Tiger hovered beyond the ground targets, Nadia and Aleks tracked the incoming Tigers. Unexpectedly, Bravo and Charlie attempted to disguise their approach paths before launching their anti-tank missiles. Alfa detected the approaching Hellfires so Aleks activated the flares and chaff dispensers. All the missiles missed their tank targets.

But Kilo and Golf approached from different directions, both firing at the targets… the KAI LAH with its four Chun-gum air-to-ground missiles and the Griffon with its door-mounted machine guns.

Aleks used countermeasures against the missiles, while Nadia used their Tiger’s agility to position them to target all four attackers. However, the four MiG-29s of Sabre Flight streaked across Alfa’s path confusing pursuit and targeting. Now, they were the outnumbered target, not the tanks.

That was until two more Tigers and a Black Hawk approached from Dęblin and a familiar voice warned the attackers.

“This is Papa, leading two more incoming MiG-29 flights to support Alfa Tiger and these extra defenders. White wins through deception. Please return to base for debriefing.”

*

LAH prototype: Photo – Flyblackarrow

Once everyone returned to Dęblin and all craft secured for the night, Kalyna debriefed everyone in the squadron office.

“First, let me introduce our three new copters: Delta Tiger donated by the Bundeswehr; Echo Tiger donated by the Australian Army; and Black Hawk callsign Hotel, donated by Chayka Air and the RCAF. As yet, we have not discussed how many crew are volunteering.”

“I will admit my errors,” said Nadia. “Technically, Alfa was about to be overwhelmed by Vasy’s attackers… especially, when Sabre Flight arrived. I should have counter-attacked earlier when we were only one against two—”

“My fault too,” said Aleks. “I used too many countermeasures and didn’t foresee the Griffon’s machine guns. Fortunately, Xenia wasn’t landing troops with weapons like MANPADS, which would have brought us down.”

“However,” said Kalyna, “The attackers made mistakes too. Which were, Polina, Conchita?”

The two Tiger pilots conferred with their co-pilots.

As the most experienced pilot, Conchita spoke up.

“We should have fired our missiles in more than one salvo, preferably three or more to deplete their countermeasures. Then at least one salvo might have hit a tank,”

“And we chose the wrong approach,” said Chae-Yeong, “We should have approached along opposite flanks, so we didn’t give Alfa so many forward targets… but then Sabre shifted everything.”  

Vasy glanced from the single defender to all the attackers.

“Not as us umpires intended. But I was interested in what Alfa would do… until the three new helicopters arrived. By then I suspected four helicopters supported by four MiG-29s would force Alfa to retreat.”

“Unknown to either side,” said Kalyna.  “I had ordered Odrija to fly me in the Puszczyk back to Dęblin, where Mariyka Shevchuk and Tamila Medved had already prepared four MiG-29s for us to scramble Red Flight—”

“While I briefed our three arrivals,” continued Vasy. “And ordered our remaining three privates to scramble Green Flight. Hence, our surprise appearance at the range.”

“In a real scenario, be prepared for the unexpected. Next time, expect us to vary today’s scenario. Any questions to any of us?’ asked Kalyna.

Mariyka stood and addressed everyone not just the squadron leaders, slowly looking all around the gathering.

“Every day I work alongside university staff, cadets, and students who seem to welcome us. Yet, our presence here grows. We now have nine helicopters and twelve MiG-29s, plus the ones being restored with the help of the Engineering department,” She paused as the facts took effect.

Then she continued. “That’s not all we have at Dęblin. We have 22 NATO jets already here, plus four 2-seater F-16 trainers, and one 2-seater Gripen trainer. And 33 aircrew and about 20 ground crew are billeted in the vicinity. Fortunately, two flights of MiG-29s are in Ukraine at Kalyniv. At what point will we become a burden on the University? Of more concern is when the Russians decide F-16s for Ukraine are legitimate targets on NATO bases, will we be making Dęblin a target?”

The room filled with discussion, some animated.

“Hold it, sisters,” said Kalyna and Vasy in unison, both with raised voices.

Kalyna continued, “Maksym Bondarenko and his colleagues have been aware of the dilemma for some time. Some weeks ago, plans were set to upgrade an airport just 14 kilometers south-east of Lutsk, some 176 kilometers north-east of Lviv and another 66 kilometers to Kalyniv.”

“Airfield Krupa is in Volyn Oblast,” added Vasy. “It’s been out of military commission since 1996, and now handles small planes. However, ACW feels it will suit us if the derelict buildings that were Lutsk Airport are repurposed. But since it is within 100 kilometers of the Belarus border the base has to seem derelict superficially so it doesn’t attract attention… until it’s operational and defended,”

Kalyna continued grinning mischievously, “I asked ACW to use the latest Swedish dispersed airbase tactics – the Bas 90 system using forest cover and highways where possible. Although, the area seemed to require some inventive use of other natural features as you will eventually discover.”

“We will have to move in stages,” said Vasy. “Kalyniv will be our main base in Ukraine for a while longer, and possibly with all the MiG-29 flights going there initially.”

Nadia pointed at the clock. “We mustn’t forget this evening’s preparations for the anticipated challenge match. Everyone’s invited to watch the Tigresses beat the Witches. Tomorrow’s kick-off is at 1700 at Stadion Wojskowy Dęblin.”

**

Thursday, June 6th – Stadion Wojskowy Dęblin, Lublin, Poland

The Dęblin “School of Eaglets” opened its modern sports facility in May 2021: Photo  facebook.com/lawdeblin

Lieutenant Cecilija Lusk, the Black Hawk’s senior Crew Chief & Gunner was impressed by the Dęblin sports stadium. However, growing up around Saskatoon, she had seen several impressive sports facilities attached to both academic and military establishments. Having played soccer all across Canada, she wished she was playing now. But serving her ancestral home as a Canadian Ukrainian was the priority.

She turned to Cadet Gabriela Borysova beside her, who had volunteered as their new junior Crew Chief & Gunner.

“Is this a one-off special or a regular event I must prepare for?”

“This is the first match, but I’m sure it won’t be the last… nor the last birthday we celebrate this way. Today is my fellow Cadet, Marusya Dudziarz’s 27th birthday. She’s Bravo Tiger’s co-pilot and one of our team’s two strikers alongside her pilot Lieutenant Polina Moroz who is now leading the Tigresses onto the pitch. The Witches, our jet fighter sisters, are being led on by their strikers Lieutenant Katia Antonov and Sergeant Polina Melnyk.”

Cecilija studied the two teams, assessing them as a fellow soccer player. One stood out.

“One of our strikers has a prosthetic leg. Amazing. Doesn’t it affect her?”

Gabriela chuckled. “Only her opponents I believe. Polina Moroz has a great reputation… supposedly with a trademark kick.”

The two captains Aleks Górski for the Tigresses and Mariyka Shevchuk for the Witches joined the neutral referee at the centre of the field for the coin toss.

“The challengers,” said the referee, “invited the Witches to call the toss, and their captain selected heads.” The referee tossed the coin. “And they win.”

Mariyka gestured at the centre circle indicating the Witches wanted to kick off.

All the players took their positions on the field.

“Two different formations,” said Cecilija. “But both teams are aiming to dominate possession.”

“I’ve yet to watch a live match,” said Gabriela. “Is the first score crucial?”

“Not often. But the speed of the first goal can set the tempo of play sometimes.”

The ref blew his whistle and Maja Andrysiak pretended she was passing to her nearest colleague. Yet she immediately passed the ball wide to her captain Mariyka who sped towards the Tigress’s goal as if intent to score herself as she neatly dribbled past midfielders then defenders.

At the last moment, Mariyka slipped the ball through a gap between defenders to Polina Melnyk who slammed it into the top left corner of their opponents’ goal.

1-nil to the Witches.

Cheers from the stand where their supporters had gathered.

From the sidelines, Tigress coach, Nadia Lysenko shouted encouragement to her teammates. When they kicked off again, they dominated the game. But the Witches’ goalkeeper, Svitlana Kravchenko, dealt with every shot the Tigresses made on goal.

“If she keeps making saves like that,” said Gabriela, “what do we do?”

“There’s time to make changes… even if we need the coach to give them a serious talk at half-time.”

Which was needed after the next goal.

Mariyka made another break down the left wing, but the rival captain, Aleks, made a determined attempt to tackle her. But the jet pilot outwitted the helicopter co-pilot and headed around the next defender, Adelita Palomo who limped as she tried to catch the flying captain. As Mariyka was about to pass to one of her strikers, she feinted and scored the Witches’ second goal.

2-nil to the Witches.

After an extra minute for stoppage, the ref blew the half-time whistle as Mariyka was smothered by hugging teammates.

Both teams went inside to their respective locker rooms to rest, rehydrate, and receive instructions from their coaches.

Nadia’s first concern was injuries affecting their ability to play more. Adelita’s limp was the priority as Nadia guessed it had occurred earlier.

“She slipped making an early tackle,” said her friend Conchita. “You must treat and rest her.”

“We will. Marichka Petrenko can take her position.” She gestured for the sub to continue the warm-up routine she had kept ticking over during the first half.

Other players had minor injuries treated as Nadia discussed team strategy with Aleks and key players like Marusya Dudziarz and Polina Moroz.

Meanwhile, the Witches’ coach Maryna Sobol had also prioritised injuries, before encouraging her team to keep playing their game denying their opponents any goals.

“If we score another goal, that makes it 3-nil to us. They’ll struggle to pull the match back. Just ensure their mythical star player remains a fantasy. Don’t let her prosthetic leg make you treat her differently. She’s a brave fighter just like us. I just wear my scars on my face… and as Katia knows, in my heart. Win this for our lost sisters.”

Before anyone could see the tears for her lost love, Maryna stood in the doorway waiting for the game to resume.

When Nadia returned to her bench, two non-playing Tigress supporters came up to her.

“Are you allowed to make another substitution?” asked Gabriela. “If you are, then my Black Hawk crew sister, Cecilija Lusk was a semi-professional in Canada.”

“If the ref agrees, you’re our next sub, Cecilija.”

 As the game hadn’t restarted, Nadia ran over to the ref and asked if the Tigresses could add a sub, making their total three.

The ref called Mariyka over and explained how he saw the situation.

“The Tigresses were one sub short, but now one of their new pilots has volunteered.”

Mariyka could see no objection so the ref restarted the match with one substitution: Marichka Petrenko for the injured Adelita Palomo, who was watching from the sidelines comforted by journalist Aaron Garcia, but under Conchita’s watchful eye.

The second half started with Aleks kicking off and dribbling past the two Witches strikers, but passing to Odrija Kalniņa         who sprinted down the left wing, and then crossing to Polina Moroz who headed the ball not past the clump of defenders blocking her, but toward birthday girl Marusya Dudziarz. Unmarked, she shot into the top left corner of the net.

2-1 The Witches, still ahead and confident.

Meanwhile, Marusya was being mobbed by all her teammates.

Buoyed by their first goal, the Tigresses swept through the Witches’ lines with a skilful interplay between numerous players until the ball reached Raisa Vezzoso who had just a wrong-footed goalkeeper between her and the back of the net.

2-2, a draw and the result nobody wanted. Time to make substitutions and stop the deadlock.

The ref hesitated when Maryna Sobol said she wished to make all three substitutions, but it was her right. So, Inna Gavrilyuk would replace back, Zlata Kovalchuk. Klaudia Fedorova replaced midfielder Maja Andrysiak, and the surprise was Zuzia Melnik taking over from opening goal scorer Polina Melnyk.

Nadia made her surprise decision with Cecilija Lusk taking over the captaincy from Aleks Górski.

 When the teams took the field with these changes, Kalyna turned to Vasy beside her in the stands.

“Brave and unexpected changes—”

“Which could decide the match. Is that how we win the war… unexpected moves?”

Another Witches kick-off almost saw another swift goal. But this time Marichka Petrenko rallied the Tigresses’ defence and the game settled into another deadlock.

Until Klaudia Fedorova made a break from midfield and found an opening to pass to Katia Antonov, who seeing the gathering defenders blocking her approach, curled a long ball over their heads and in past the goalkeeper who only saw the shot as it flew past her into the goal

3-2 to the Witches.

Cecilija Lusk gathered the team around her as they regrouped.

“Polina, I believe you have a trademarks shot. Could you pretend to set it up or something to distract their defence… twice.”

“I think that could work… if we play with a third striker… like you perhaps”

As they walked back to the center, Polina explained her strategy.

Odrija kicked off, and passed to Cecilija, who slipped the ball to Marusya. She dribbled around one defender then passed it back to Cecilija who turned to face Polina, who seemed to be facing the wrong way. But she deftly turned and sideways to the goal, scored with her right foot, her normal scoring and kicking foot.

3-3 draw.

Polina Moroz disappeared under a heap of giggling teammates.

The ref blew his whistle announcing 3 minutes of stoppage time, and allowed the coaches onto the field.

 Maryna told her team to push for the winning goal, while Nadia was convinced that Polina would pull off her trademark winning kick even though nobody had ever seen it

With the advantage of kicking off, the Witches’ intent from Klaudia’s first touch was total possession and a goal in the short stoppage time. She weaved through the Tigress defence until able to pass to Mariyka on the left wing. But after her earlier runs, Mariyka was tightly marked, although she managed to get the ball to Katia. However, she again was contending with markers forcing  her to one-touch pass to Zuzia, who had found a clear path to the goal.

Until Marichka ran in for a side tackle, neatly stealing the ball from Zuzia. Running back to the midfield, Marichka passed the ball to Raisa who jinxed away from Nadzieja. Another quick run allowed her to flick the ball to Odrija, whose one-touch reached Cecilija hovering  by two expectant defenders. Another flick was all that was needed for Marusya to be moments away from a birthday goal

Polina meanwhile had shaken her markers by turning her back to the goal.  The two defenders and goalkeeper Svitlana focused on Marusya, closing down all angles at goal. She merely lobbed the ball towards Polina as she leapt backwards into the air using her prosthetic leg to strike the ball with force and precision into the Witches’ goal. Her other leg remained bent at the knee, resembling a pedalling motion.

 The crowd all leapt to their feet at this audacious display of skill and acrobatics.

For a moment the Witches looked on in dismay, until they realized Polina was one of their own even if she flew a helicopter.

So, both groups of players engulfed her and the birthday girl who had made the challenge happen.

“All the time I played soccer in Canada,” said Cecilija, “I never saw a bicycle kick done with such style and never with a prosthetic leg.”

Polina’s dark-haired friend from Superhumans, Dmytro Kovalchuk threw his arms around his love. “At least now, I’ve many more witnesses to your talent.”

“Thanks to your coaching… and Marusya’s birthday, which we must change for. There are other festivities.”

The players and coaching staff began walking back to the changing rooms as the floodlights came on.

“You might have won the soccer match,” said Maryna. “But we will beat you at darts.”

*

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The Stadium’s clubhouse had been tastefully decorated with the help of some cadets and students. Agnieszka had moved all the facilities of the Zvenigora Restaurant and was able to cater for larger numbers, although it had been necessary to close the restaurant. But regular bookings were treated as guests of the squadron.

One of the side rooms had even been set aside for the after-dinner darts match. A Men’s Team was allowed to enter which could include partners, Academy tutors, male cadets and students.

The set meal comprised Polish and Ukrainian dishes served with a range of drinks… not all alcoholic.

There were numerous offers of music, but the choice was easy… a popular and versatile folk band formed by some graduates from a few years back… when Mariyka graduated.

“I suspect music became their calling,” she told Sergei. “You’ll enjoy dancing to them… after the darts distraction.”

Nadia and Maryna shook hands before joining their respective teams, although rivalry on the pitch had vanished as soon as their combined strength as a merged squadron became apparent. Especially when Kalyna and Vasy’s guests of honour arrived.

A Puszczyk landed on a grass pad, and Colonel Maksym Bondarenko escorted Colonel Alfhild Falkborg and her daughter Carita Forsström inside to the Chayka Air table, where they were welcomed by Kalyna, Vasy and her daughter Klara Holub.

Maksym greeted the Chayka contingent passing over two boxes.

“You can’t have a tournament without presenting trophies.”

Alfhild and Carita also handed over two boxes each.

“Please eat before your food spoils.”

*

Marusya turned to Nadia. “I can’t believe this all… not just for my birthday. Why all this? I’m just a graduate student who got to be the co-pilot for one of the bravest pilots here.” She smiled at Polina and then kissed her on the cheek.

“To me as an outsider,” said Dmytro, “This feels like the squadron reinforcing its comradeship, its sisterly bonds.”

“My feeling when I discussed your challenge with the majors,” said Nadia, “was that there was such an influx of recruits, we needed an event to build cohesion, especially operating from more than one base.”

“Yet I don’t believe everyone’s here. Aren’t two flights of MiG-29s at Kalyniv for three weeks at a time?” asked Polina. “Does that mean another event involving them?”

“Probably when the squadron has moved to Airfield Krupa near Lusk,” replied Nadia. “Aleks and I are going there tomorrow to check on the progress of the upgrades. Then we might have some idea when we can expect to move.”

“For now I want to see what else my birthday brings. Let’s eat and drink up. Are any of us good at darts?”

*

“Sounds like we might field a strong darts team tonight,” said Maryna having canvassed all the Witches’ tables during the delicious dinner. “We can’t let the Tigresses win both matches.”

“Are the Men going to mount a challenge, Mariyka? While Sergei is helping with drinks, what do you know about him and darts?”

She glanced towards her partner.

“I know he’s played a bit, so he should be one to watch. But I’ve never played with or against him. I’ll check the room now and who is there already. An advance recce.”

She wasn’t alone in checking in advance. A few people were in the darts room, including the umpire who had already laid out the area with a regulation dartboard hung on the wall 5 feet 8 inches from the floor. The standing board from where players launched their darts was set between seven feet nine-and-a-quarter inches (2.37 meters) to eight feet zero inches (2.44 meters) from the board while throwing.

The three teams had selected where they would sit in separate areas, the Men in the centre of the semi-circle around the playing area. The Witches were on the left and the Tigresses on the right.

Given the time constraint, each team had chosen their four best players: for the Men, Igor, Brajan, Geralt, and Sergei; for the Witches, Tamila, Mariyka, Maryna, and Katia; and for the Tigresses, Marusya, Raisa, Polina, and Conchita.

One player from each team was selected to throw a dart with the one nearest going first in their 501 game.

“Does that mean Geralt, Katia, and Polina are the best shots,” Klara asked her mother Vasy.

“In theory if we discount gamesmanship, yet Geralt and the Men, are mostly Poles who play darts so should win.”

“And second have to be our Witches as better shots—”

“In jets, yes. But I’d say they can’t face another sporting defeat so that’s their advantage,” said Maksym.

The game proved both tight and fast with every player notching up respectable points to knock their 501 starting figure down to zero. However, the winning team had to hit a double to reach zero exactly or keep playing for the same double & zero.

After an hour the match concluded.

“Let’s return to our seats in the main room,” said Kalyna. “We have some presentations to make and then we can dance… but remember your morning training flights.”

As they settled back at their table, Aleks asked Nadia, “Are we serious about our 0500 start for Krupa?’

“With a war on, we have to set an example. We were given command of this Brigade for a reason.”

Kalyna ended further debate by announcing the first presentation.

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“The winners of the Soccer are The Tigresses, so will their captain… joint-captains collect this fine trophy of a woman scoring a goal.”

Aleks Górski and Cecilija Lusk came up together and held the trophy aloft.

“I’ll take team photos at my booth outside,” said the photographer.

“The Soccer runners-up are the Witches,” said Vasy. “Who ensured the match was fought into the last minute.’

Mariyka Shevchuk collected the trophy of a female player heading a ball.

Vasy handed the next trophy, a Golden Bicycle to her daughter Klara Holub.

“The Player of the Match for the stunning bicycle kick-winning goal is Polina Moroz.”

Polina danced up on her prosthetic leg and kissed Klara on both cheeks before receiving her hovering bicycle trophy.

“This was the most suitable trophy we could find,” said Klara returning a more meaningful embrace.

The presentation picked up pace as the teams drifted outside for photographs recording their triumphs.

Colonel Maksym Bondarenko presented Geralt Sówka with the tankard as captain of the Men’s team who won the Darts

Colonel Alfhild Falkborg likewise presented Katia Antonov with a goblet for the Darts runner-up team The Witches.

“We come to the final presentations,” said Kalyna. “So, I’m handing over to the architects of this cohesive Challenge, Nadia Lysenko and Maryna Sobol.”

When they tossed for the mike and Maryna won she picked up a wrapped gift.

“Today’s events couldn’t have gone ahead without access to this amazing Stadion Wojskowy Dęblin with all its facilities and thanks to the man who ensured it was available. Today’s match referee, Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth.”

Nadia and Maryna handed Anatol the gift, embracing him and whispering something in his ears.

He returned to Mariyka’s table where she hosted her engineering team and other fixed-wing stalwarts.

“What secret did they whisper?” asked Mariyka as he unwrapped a bottle of the finest Glenmorangie Signet malt whisky.

“Only share this with true friends to make it keep.”

“Tough decisions ahead, Anatol,” they said in unison.

As the friendships flourished, Carita Forsström took the mike.

“I have the honour of presenting the final gift… to our Birthday girl –  Marusya Dudziarz.”

She handed her a leather box and a scroll of paper.

Marusya opened the box and removed a glittering Amber pendant, which Carita explained.

“The symbol on it consists of eight interlocking arms that form a central point, surrounded by protective runes. It’s the Viking symbol for courage, the Aegishjalmur or Helm of Awe, worn by warriors to instil fearlessness and bravery in battle. The Helm of Awe is also associated with protection and invincibility. May it protect you as it has my ancestors.”

Back at her table, Marusya unrolled the scroll so her friends could read the invitation from Colonel Alfhild Falkborg and Saab.

“One of the two Saab 340 AEW&Cs Ukraine is getting will be stationed in Poland so it is less likely to get destroyed. This invites me to accompany Colonel Falkborg on one flight which will be amazing and instructive.”

“Deserved as without you, today wouldn’t have happened,” said Aleks, glancing outside. “We better get our photos done before the photographer packs up.”

*

There was almost as much activity outside as in, with some people even preferring to dance in the cool night air.

However, a few couples had taken to discreet spots to show their affection for each other. How many bonds would be strengthened by morning, whether any new relationships had been kindled today, and perhaps a few troubles would be averted tonight.

Yet it was already clear that the joint force of the Night Witches squadron and the Tigress Brigade were entering a promising new chapter.

**

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Freedom Flights: Episode 23 – Witches Troupe

A minor change in format for this episode of Freedom Flights. I will continue with the multi-part episodes, but not always introduce each part. However, expect me to include the monthly movie night… even if I don’t make the theme obvious.

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 reach the frontlines 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 23 – Witches Troupe

2024

Part 1

Mniszech Palace and park – Dkamelio photo

Saturday, June 1st – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

The Chayka cousins had worried about who to invite to this meeting. However, it would be easy to add someone if necessary.

“First, the news we needed weeks ago as the Russians bombarded Kharkiv, finally our allies say we can use the weapons they supplied, to fight back and hit the Russians cowering over the border. Somewhat late as usual,” said Kalyna. “However, our graduate recruits have been integrating well into the Witches routine for two weeks. Meanwhile, we’ve been adapting to having extra crew and new equipment. It’s time to assess how ready we are to take on the implied new duties for Air Command West. I suspect that means our helicopter brigade, so over to you Nadia.”

This time Nadia had prepared some charts she could project on the wall from her laptop.

“With the help of Aleks,” she nodded towards her usual co-pilot.” Plus, with the assistance of Brajan Rudawski and Igor Dubicki, outside their University commitments, we have been able to assess the relative aptitudes of our ten recruits using the craft we have, the University’s simulator, and a stiff questionnaire. This is the current crew list with an initial assessment of roles and responsibilities. Some are best as pilots, others as co-pilots.”

Vasy flicked through the notes she had compiled beforehand.

“Doesn’t this depend on what helicopters we can rely on receiving?”

Nadia projected another chart.

“This lists the craft that have arrived or ones which seem likely. At present, we have two Eurocopter Tiger HAPs –one provided by Airbus and another from my old regiment. Our favourite Latino journalist… sigh please… has secured a third Tiger, although he failed in his bid to persuade Conchita a supposed ace pilot to join us.”

“Was he serious?” asked Mariyka, “his reputation proceeds him.”

“Aaron says he has photos.” Nadia shrugged, then continued, “Let’s move on to Chayka Air. Kalyna, you have news.”

She scrolled through computer files, and then said, “I can vouch for this as my daughter, Aliona, the CEO of Chayka Air emailed that with the aid of the Royal Canadian Air Force, we will receive one Bell CH-146 Griffon. That’s a multi-role utility helicopter with a crew of three, that carries eight to ten troops or six stretchers. Aliona said it might be flown over in one of our C-130 Hercules. She also hinted at more Canadian recruits… and possibly another helicopter.”

“So, even if the South Korean KAI LAH arranged by Ji-Yeon arrives, although from GROM, so indirectly,” replied Nadia. “I must depend on obtaining  another Tiger from the Australian Army… or other craft.”

Aleks laughed.

“Calling us the Tiger Brigade might prove correct… or should we be Tigress Streak. Our final issue is maintenance and I believe Mariyka has found us a great solution.”

Dressed half as an engineer in worn overalls, Mariyka was also clutching her flying mask.

“I was due to test our latest MiG-29 rebuild when I remembered Nadia needed to learn about Janina Patriksson. She’s been a stalwart of the Engineering Department since she graduated over ten years ago but never left here. My team know her well and feels she’d assemble an ace squad once she starts scouting her sources.”

“I presume she understands copters—”

“Inside out, Nadia. Her small team maintains all the Academy helis. Ask Brajan and Igor… and they feel she’s more than ready for a bigger challenge. So, they won’t stop her from joining us.”

Nadia switched off her projections, adding that the Tigress Brigade was having a group dynamics session over a meal at 2000… when they also expected further news from Spain.

Vasy turned to Kalyna.

“I am pleased to report the Night Witches are again at full strength, although two of our five flights are focused on training on the four makes of jets here: Hornets, Gripens, MiGs, and eventually F-16s. As with pilot training so too with the crucial ground crew, we must be thorough. The foreign trainers will be here in the next few days, for another month of F-16 and Gripen E advanced sessions.”

“Didn’t we also discuss the need for ensuring the recruits especially could handle jets and rotary craft in an emergency…or at least some of them?”

“Although both Aleks and I can fly fixed wing and rotary,” said Nadia. “I sense that most of the recruits like our experienced pilots find learning on two different craft confusing. If it’s optional, there may be more volunteers wanting to learn.”

The others looked at each other and agreed.

“I suggest we adjourn,” said Mariyka. “We can meet again for a meal at the Zvenigora… say at 2000… if the Tigress Streak hasn’t devoured everything.”

**

Saturday, June 1st – XADO-Holding, Haharina Ave, Kharkiv, Kharkiv Oblast, Ukraine

Snipex Alligator- Сергій Воронков

After two weeks of investigating the Snipex factory in Kharkiv, Geralt and Ji-Yeon secured the storage of all the sensitive blueprints, ensuring they had copies in the office management had given them.

Ostensibly they were checking on the viability of the Snipex receiving funding from the South Korean firearms manufacturer responsible for arming most frontline units of the Republic of Korea Armed Forces. The company also produced ROKAF’s standard sniper rifle and might wish to acquire a license to produce Snipex for the lucrative Far Eastern market.

“I suspect ROKAF themselves could adopt the Snipex,” said Ji-Yeon. “The South Korean arms industry has found a lucrative market in Eastern Europe—”

“Ever since Putin invaded Ukraine, my country has been spending billions of dollars buying your arms,” said Geralt. “Although persuading my GROM superiors to sign off on that KAI LAH proved difficult, even saying it was part of the smuggling investigation—”

“And it wasn’t costing Poland anything, just burying South Korea’s arms to Ukraine.”

There was a knock at the office door. It was the factory manager, Ruslan Baran.

“We’ve been invited to a meal tomorrow evening by one of our suppliers. I’ve been running some checks on his activities and something feels wrong. Just drop round to my flat at 6 after work and I’ll explain on the way to his place. Better dress smart, he thinks he’s posh.”

**

Saturday, June 1st – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

The twelve members of the Tigress Brigade were sitting at one of the long tables opposite the restaurant’s kitchen. Aleks was in the far corner of the table, talking to one of the first graduates to join, Marusya Dudziarz.

“I’ve been wondering for days if you’re part Polish like me?”

“By our surnames… yes. I guessed Górski meant you were. But my Ukrainian mum wanted me to go to Kharkiv to be near our home in the east.”

Aleks grinned. “Opposite for me as my Polish dad persuaded me to join the Polish Air Force after I trained here at Dęblin.”

Marusya’s friend Raisa Vezzoso looked around at all the familiar faces and nodded.

“Awesome how we’ve all committed to sacrificing our lives for Ukraine, yet we also carry other genetics if you look at our names. You’re both Polish and Ukrainian. I’m Ukrainian-Italian—”

“While Nadia is French-Canadian and Canadian-Ukrainian,” added Aleks. “It’s the diaspora settling our ancestors in troubled times worldwide. Now our motherland is threatened, the descendants return to defend our precious heritage.”

“And others fear our plight, so we’ve become an international army. You know our fellow graduate, Odrija Kalniņa is Latvian. But she too has ancestors who suffered under the Soviet yoke,” said Raisa. “What we need is a group event to bring us together… like a birthday celebration;  Whose is next?’

Everyone glanced along the table.

Raisa pointed at her friend, Marusya. “Yours is soon… how old?”

“Wednesday, June 5th and I’m going to be a scary 27. Suggestions please – no strippers.  I’m a strong-willed fighting woman.” She got a sheet of paper from the bar and started with a list of challenges like darts, bowling, running, soccer, and swimming. Then invited votes, comments, and even suggestions. Finally, the sheet was passed along the table.

All down the table as the birthday challenge sparked ideas, friends made discoveries, shared hidden dreams and dared to skim along the thin edges of their fears. And food and drink inspired ideas and new ambitions that might bear invaluable fruit.

And the challenge reached a new milestone when it passed onto the far end of the table nearest the door. With the arrival of latecomers, Nadia was juggling with a dilemma and a sense of impending embarrassment for someone.

Marusya’s challenge had to wait its turn.

First, Nadia had to ask Agnieszka to add an extra table section for at least one more Tigress, Janina Patriksson, an oversight the supreme mechanic might take offence over.

“It might seem to you, dear Nadia, that you’re worried I’m the 13th person at this table. Forget it, your clever hostess has laid these extra places so your table now seats fifteen.”

“Who else are we expecting?” asked Polina Moroz, scanning the challenge sheet and casting a crucial vote.

“Nobody tonight,” said Nadia. “Maybe tomorrow or the next day, we’ll receive the helicopters from Canada and Spain. Possibly South Korea. So, maybe some of our fixed-wing sisters are joining us.”

Janina whispered something to Nadia who replied, “That’s unexpected.”

Then the restaurant door opened and a figure in black walked in. All the ladies sighed… not all in anticipation.

Aaron Garcia made a determined move towards the Tigress table, stopping in front of Nadia and casually saluting her.

“The Spanish Tiger is on its way, lady boss.”

A Spanish Army Tiger HAD at the International airshow, in Madrid, Spain:
Photo: David Álvarez López

Unaware of Nadia winking at Janina, and oblivious to them writing on the challenge sheet, Aaron sat down adjacent to Polina and leaned towards her.

“What do you recommend for a starving traveller?”

She pointed to the menu board. “The Spicy Special.” Then she leaned back.

He went quiet once he’d ordered.

Suddenly he stared at Polina mystified. She smiled back.

“Not what you expected when you started playing footsie with my left leg.”

“It’s prosthetic, yet you fly a helicopter.”

“Brilliantly. And she scores goals playing soccer,” said Nadia. “Serious question. Did you feel any of the inappropriate leg groping, Polina?”

Aaron was bright red as Polina answered.

“Not exactly. But I have trained my leg to know when it encounters a solid object… like a soccer ball or a foot pedal. It’s more akin to the phantom pain I first got when I lost the limb.”

“So, basically… not a… positive sensation. I was totally out of order… unforgivable.”

He dropped his head in his hands… until a strong pair of arms pulled him out of his chair. He turned to face an angry dark-haired man.

“Meet my boyfriend, Dmytro Kovalchuk, we met at Superhumans. You better apologize before he shows you what he can do with a prosthetic right leg.”

The restaurant door swung open, and two women walked in.

“What are you going to do to my Aary? Only I get to hit him… or my co-pilot, Adelita.”

Nadia stood up and said, “No fighting in here, please. Save it for the orcs.” She directed the Spanish duo to the seats beside Janina… as Aaron and Dmytro were left looking aimless. ”This table is for Tigress sisters only.”

Fortunately, Sergei was around to direct wayward male egos to the male-only table where he had been listening to Brajan and Igor extolling the virtues of women pilots. They passed him a message from his journalist colleagues, which he read and his smile returned.

“If their latest scheme, called ‘Fund a Fighting Tiger’, bears fruit, especially with our help, the ladies might have another reason to celebrate.”

Meanwhile, Polina was hearing about the secret before Aaron arrived.

“I saw him wandering purposefully while I was on duty,” said Janina. “So, I checked in our welcome Spanish arrivals while he was plotting.”

“She ensured we all moved our Tiger in the hangar with the two French ones,” said Conchita, “Then told us you were eating here.”

“It’s the regular haunt for all of us Night Witches,” said Nadia. “I hope you’re offering to join us… we could use ace pilots like you. The more experience in the Brigade, the faster our graduates will learn.”

Polina revealed her prosthetic leg. “And not get shot down like me. A valuable lesson they need to understand.”

“You’re brave to come back,” said Adelita. “Some wouldn’t.”

Nadia glanced down the table at her courageous Tigress sisters, sensing more coming and the crucial need for more copters.

She glanced again at the challenge sheet, nodded down the table at Marusya Dudziarz, and then ensured everyone around her voted for the more exciting options.

Finally, she took the challenge sheet to the fixed-wing pilots who would make the event memorable.

**

Sunday, June 2nd – Kotliary, Kharkiv Oblast, Ukraine

Kotliary, Kharkiv Oblast: Photo – MrQugen

Driving up the remote lakeside property, Geralt and Ji-Yeon squeezed hands.

“Dangerously or conveniently close to the Russian border,” said Geralt pointing at the boathouse.

“He had a float plane in there,” said Ruslan Baran, the factory manager. “Before the invasion, but it might still be there.”

He got out of his car. “There’s more if you just follow me… and let him do most of the talking.”

The stone-flagged path led to a covered porch with an intercom security camera, which rang a bell inside. A tall silver-haired man dressed in a tweed suit and tie opened the heavy timber door.

“Good evening, Aliaksandr,” said Ruslan before their host led them into a room with a panoramic window, obviously triple-glazed.

“Are these your investors, Ruslan? Explain while I get the correct drinks.”

“Captain Song Ji-Yeon is a Republic of Korea Army arms expert looking for investment opportunities for the burgeoning South Korean arms industry. She was drawn to XADO-Holding due to the success of the Snipex.”

“To warm us all up, here’s some glasses of traditional Sbiten, our own mulled wine… the best you can find.”

Aliaksandr served the Sbiten in frosted glasses with silver holders. The honey, ginger, and spices made for a relaxed mood as they sat watching the sunset over the lake.

“Every day I’m fortunate to be here, I fish and dream of better times when there was no violence. War is destroying everything precious. It’s harsh times when we have to sell arms to survive, don’t you remember the good times, Ruslan when it was all about cars? When XADO was only into car maintenance, not sniper rifles.”

He went quiet for a few minutes. But then he stood and led his guests to a polished oak table.

“Let’s eat. My housekeeper made us Slavonski Fiš Paprikaš, that’s Slavonian Freshwater Fish Stew using today’s catch, plus she made borsht, salad, and blinis. And a proper meal has to be served with vodka… or kompot for the drivers.”

The meal was superb, although Geralt soon noticed the weapons displayed all around the room along with trophy heads interspersed. Had these weapons brought down the prey? Possibly except over the fireplace was a SnipeX Alligator Mega Rifle with no obvious trophies.

Eventually, Ji-Yeon asked which weapon Aliaksandr was seeking investment for.

“My private design, the Kotliary Aliaksov, is a Bullpup though like the Polish MSBS Grot B, whose predecessor the Grot C16 FB-M2 assault rifle has been getting extensive use by the Ukrainian Ground Forces in Russia’s Special Military Operation. The US Special Forces Command has also bought into Grot, so here’s the chance for ROKA and your arms industry to get involved upfront in another homegrown success. I can supply all the crucial paperwork this evening…after dessert.”

“I presume you have a prototype I can try somewhere nearby.”

As they’d arrived, Geralt had spotted the hidden range, so he wasn’t surprised at Aliaksandr Ivanov’s reply.

“Of course. My private range will be ready after you’ve sampled my selection of teas.”

He quickly called his security detail as the housekeeper brought in some Vatrushka pastries and tea.

*

Although the night sky was bright enough to walk beside the lake, the firing range was hidden until lights came on as they neared the depressed viewing gallery.

Aliaksandr was carrying three rifle cases suggesting they were all intended to shoot. However, instead, there were two different variants of the prototype and a case of modifications.

“This is the B for Bullpup prototype on the left, and right is the assault rifle, carbine, configuration which can mount a grenade launcher or other configurations from machine gun to sport civilian semi-auto variant. Extremely versatile in its proposed uses so a viable investment I’m sure you see.”

Ji-Yeon picked up the Bullpup and inspected, dismantled, reassembled it, and then turned to Aliaksandr.

“Please can I test-fire this impressive prototype?” As the body target was moved into the range, she added, “At its maximum range please.”

The target was moved to the end position, shrouded in low-hanging branches.

“To make it more realistic,” said their host. “You can crouch. And we can simulate weather effects too.” And he chuckled. “Even snow.”

Ji-Yeon crouched and loosed a burst of shots, all hitting mid-body centre-mass where all the vital organs would be.

Geralt whistled. “Impressive. Want to fire the assault rifle?”

As she picked up the rifle and ran through the same checks as she’d done with the Bullpup, Aliaksandr removed a controller from his left jacket pocket.

He pressed a button at the top. The rear wall of the range slid back, allowing three moving targets to patrol the new back wall, again shrouded in branches. This time shadows and night mist were added.

“You need more of a challenge to prove what sort of investor you are.”

A warning shiver went up Geralt’s spine. He casually inspected the Bullpup and he detected what he suspected. It wasn’t based on a Grot, it was a Grot… one made for Polish, not Ukrainian troops. Probably smuggled out of Poland.

Aliaksandr began a countdown and called out.

“Erratic pattern leading to countermeasures.”

Ji-Yeon threw herself into a prone position. Geralt grabbed the smuggled Grot Bullpup and rolled a few feet near her.

“Interesting behaviour for investors. If you handle what my range concocts, we can discuss more opportunities… back in the comfort of my home. Another tea, Ruslan?”

“Not right now, Aliaksandr. I’m intrigued to see this play out. An interesting challenge for your inventions.”

The devious host walked off, fumbling in his pocket once more.

Once Ji-Yeon and Geralt fired, hidden guns at the far end of the range forced them to seek better cover in a shallow ditch.

Ruslan crouched behind the console with the case of modifications. He removed one device and then slid the case over to Ji-Yeon, who attached the underbarrel grenade launcher to the assault rifle.

As Geralt continued to fire bursts of bullets from the Bullpup, Ji-Yeon launched explosive grenades at the concealed machine guns at the far end of the range.  She then followed with some smoke projectiles down the length of the range.

“When we’re ready let’s move to the truck.”

Three ready calls.

“Go on 3,” said Geralt. “1,2, THREE.”

They ran crouched to Ruslan’s pick-up, ensuring they had the guns and modifications.

As Ruslan accelerated away from the range, he said, “I didn’t feel like staying for his tea.”

Behind them, there was a muffled explosion and a glow.

“A final modification to Aliaksandr’s range console, courtesy of a dissatisfied factory manager.”

*

“I do not doubt that Aliaksandr Ivanov is behind the SnipeX Alligator smuggling via his residence in Kotliary,” said Ruslan. “Please, ensure whoever you report to knows that.’

“We will,” said Geralt. “There were lots of signs culminating with that ridiculous firearms display. These guns aren’t  prototypes but smuggled Polish Grots.”

“I suspect some of those guns displayed in the house were illegal too,” said Ji-Yeon. “Especially that Alligator blatantly exposed in the manner…”

The blast from the ambush drone blew the truck off the road. Bullets from the second drone were meant to ensure there were no survivors. But Geralt ended its attempt with the MSBS Grot B, and then dragged two bleeding bodies from the wreckage as he called for assistance.

*

They found him clutching Ji-Yeon and failing to stifle the sobs.

“She kept begging me to protect Chae-Yeong as she would protect me. Chae-Yeong? Who is she? I want Ji-Yeon… but I failed to save her.”

Medics had kept Ruslan alive and talking. He tried to make sense of the tragedy.

“We’ve exposed a traitorous smuggler, but he tried to silence us. Ji-Yeon hasn’t died in vain. Geralt tried to save both of us, but she was hit too badly. But he bugged Aliaksandr’s home so his smuggling ring will be broken.” Ruslan stopped and looked at the lost couple. “Ji-Yeon and Geralt are the heroes here.”

**

Monday, June 3rd – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Nadia, Aleks, and the Chayka cousins watched the controllers track the incoming craft in the busy control tower.

“One Chayka Air C-130 Hercules clear to land on the main runway,” said Controller 1.

“When the runway’s open, I have an internal flight,” said Controller 2. “From Wrocław Airport, but it’s a South Korean KAI LAH assigned to GROM. Is this one expected?”

Nadia realised Ji-Yeon and Geralt had secured the promised KAI LAH.

LAH prototype: Photo – Flyblackarrow

“It’s one of ours so let it land, please. Any others?”

She looked at her colleagues wondering if they might have heard other rumours.

“Aliona, my daughter mentioned a second helicopter from Canada. Is anything showing on the radar or communications? Or we could ask the Hercules crew?” said Vasy.

“Control to C-130. Did one or two copters accompany you?”

“C-130 to control. One Griffon in our hold. Refueled Black Hawk mid-Atlantic before it landed at RAF Valley, North Wales. As we’re twice as fast, expect them tonight… before we leave.”

Vasy scribbled a message.

“Major Chayka says ‘Reception party before leaving’. Over and out.”

*

Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

The welcoming meal was the usual Witches Ukrainian spread and all the day’s arrivals were invited, especially those heading home.

“You’re spending the night here,” said Agnieszka. “Courtesy of Zvenigora, the Night Witches’s second home. Better introduce them to the regulars, Kalyna.”

“By craft then, Chayka’s first,”

“I’m Aleksandr, pilot of the Hercules reluctantly leaving after all this hospitality. And my crew are Dariy, Leonid, Fedir and Martyn. We brought a Griffon with two Chayka Air recruits.”

“And I am the Griffon pilot Xenia Ahlberg and this is Iryna Forsberg, my flight engineer. We graduated through the RCAF and we’re Canadian Ukrainians with Swedish dads. We are anxious to find a co-pilot, our third crew member here.”

Nadia turned to the two Koreans. “We are grateful when non-Ukrainians join our fight, so, welcome. What brings you both to make this gesture?”

“I am Captain Jeong Chae-Yeong formerly of the Republic of Korea Air Force, and for this flight, my co-pilot was my Crew Chief, Warrant Officer Kang Eun-Ji.”

“You say formerly. Aren’t you returning?” asked Vasy. “Or were you intending to stay over here?”

Chae-Yeong went silent, exchanging a nod with Kang Eun-Ji.

“Perhaps, if the situation is better here. We transferred to the Republic of Korea Army recently. Captain Song Ji-Yeon recommended us for the KAI LAH training. Then we volunteered to help over here.”

Nadia wondered if she was responsible for letting these Koreans know what had gone wrong with the smuggling investigation… her investigation. Not Geralt’s responsibility. Her stomach felt sick at what she knew.

“Captain Jeong, please can I talk to you both privately… outside?”

Agnieszka touched her shoulder. “My office is small but warmer. Follow me, please ladies.”

*

It had been emotionally taxing, but Nadia was relieved she had told Chae-Yeong and Eun-Ji about the assassination of Ji-Yeon. Now she had to find them the ideal co-pilot and had one in mind.

However, as she glanced at the growing crews and pondered the craft they had, she wondered if she had created an unwieldy brigade in her enthusiasm and willingness to accept any donated craft.

Three Tiger attack aircraft, one KAI LAH armoured helicopter, two multi-role utility helicopters, and one utility passenger transport helicopter.

“We’re not a Tigress Brigade, nor a Tiger Ambush nor a Tigress Streak, just some mish-mash of rotor blades. Who am I fooling?” she whispered, unaware of the silent crowd about to cheer her.

And they did, then all shouted ‘Slava Ukrayini’ followed by the Ukrainian national anthem.

“Our journalist trio have just announced their ‘Fund a Fighting Tiger’ campaign has attracted two more,” said Aleks. “From the Australian Army and the German Bundeswehr,plus funds, maybe not enough for one more, but enough for substantial supplies.”

Profinansuyte biytsivsʹkoho tyhra 

Fund a Fighting Tiger

Ufunduj Walczącego Tygrysa

**

Tuesday, June 4th – Aviation Engineering Centre, Dęblin Military Air Base, Poland

Geralt Sówka parked the jeep at the side of the Engineering Centre and let the three volunteers from XADO out of the back. He led them into the Engineering hangar, looking for Mariyka Shevchuk.

She noticed him first and guessed why he was there.

“You’re after our new helicopter maintenance team, Geralt. They had to move as they have six copters to service now.”

“They’ll be glad of these three volunteer monkeys from the Snipex factory. They’re keen to turn their hands to rotary-wing aircraft. Where can I find the new team?”

Mariyka explained how Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth and the heli-tutors had found a hangar in which the University stored old equipment. It hadn’t taken much to clear the space for the maintenance of the Tigress Brigade’s growing fleet.

It wasn’t long before Geralt introduced himself and the volunteers to Janina Patriksson. She in turn presented Warrant Officer Kang Eun-Ji and Iryna Forsberg who were the rare maintenance crew who flew if needed.

He knew at once that Eun-Ji must know Chae-Yeong.

His body betrayed him. He shivered and heard Ji-Yeon’s voice. Her words ‘protect Chae-Yeong’ kept repeating in his head. He clutched his head, muttering ‘protect Chae-Yeong… I must protect Chae-Yeong’.

Eun-Ji smiled and took his hand.

“I know. Nadia Lysenko told us what happened. I’ll take you to my Captain, Jeong Chae-Yeong.”

*

Tears hovered behind Geralt’s words as he attempted to relive Ji-Yeon’s last mission for Chae-Yeong and pay tribute to a person whose soul he had touched.

Yet ever since she had died in his arms after that horrific ambush, he had felt guilty.

“She believed I could protect her. As I was special forces… a GROM officer, then I would be her bodyguard.” He closed his eyes, but all he could see was her blood.

“She believed I could pose as Ukrainian. But that smuggler knew what I was… so she died in my unsafe hands. Now all I see is her bleeding body… and hear her telling me to protect Chae-Yeong. You, but how when I failed her?”

Chae-Yeong consulted with Eun-Ji in Korean, and although Ji-Yeon had taught Geralt some key phrases, it wasn’t enough for him to follow their conversation.

“We have an idea, which will allow you to fulfill your obligation to Ji-Yeon and me. But we must talk to Nadia and the squadron commanders. Come with us, please.”

*

Ten minutes later, they were in the Night Witches office with the Chayka majors, Nadia, and one of the Kharkiv recruits.

“We believe you have a suggestion, Captain Jeong.”

“Forgive the intrusion, but Kapitan Geralt Sówka presents me with both a problem and an obligation to Captain Song Ji-Yeon. She requested Geralt protect me, yet he is not part of my crew or this squadron. However, do we have any regular security other than our volunteer patrols?”

“Nothing regular, although our patrols are armed and use armoured vehicles. But we rely on our ground crews too much.”

“Geralt, could you supply and train a ground patrol to GROM standards… with female personnel?”

He hesitated, assessing the impact on his regular work. Yet, he wasn’t ready to abandon his new friends. Not yet or not ever. There was a future here. Chae-Yeong wasn’t Ji-Yeon but there was something about her.

“If you could recruit suitable military police,” asked Vasy. “Could we expect them to pledge allegiance to Ukraine?”

“No doubt. Many Poles want to help… and Ukrainian refugees here still want to help.”

“An excellent suggestion, Chae-Yeong. Start when you can, Geralt… and we’ll work on uniforms,” said Kalyna. “I think you have something to add, Nadia.”

The Tigress Brigade leader nodded.

“You need a second pilot for your KAI LAH, Chae-Yeong, and this recruit beside me, Cadet Raisa Vezzoso, is keen to prove herself. Tomorrow’s trials at the range would be an ideal challenge.”

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Slava Ukrayini

#IWSG – Service or Rebuild

Time for another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024, and more struggles. Getting to this stage has been one obstacle after another, mainly from ongoing health issues for both of us, Juanita’s more troubling issues is her dependence on portable oxygen, plus incessant coughing for months. At least, she now has a nurse practitioner making regular home visits        

One concern we have is our trailer home since we discovered it was a meths den before we bought it. Has the meth impregnated the wall so much that our health is suffering? We are desperate to move as soon as possible.

Fortunately, I can sometimes distract myself from my health issues by attempting to focus on writing. My Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights, has helped the most. I posted three times in May, Episodes 20-23, despite rebellious bowels, something akin to sciatica, and bouts of lethargy.

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However, through more occurrences of writhing, I have also been writing what will be June’s Episode 23, ‘Witches Troupe’.

Later today, I must return to writing ‘Freedom Flights’ as time is against me as life gets shorter. Even if the just peace comes soon, I have a gap from 1951 to 2021 crying out to be written.

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!

June 5 question – In this constantly evolving industry, what kind of offering/service do you think the IWSG should consider offering to members?

Apologies if this is brief as I’m struggling for valid suggestions. I had a few thoughts from idea creation to audio-narrator & editor suggestions, but then through meticulous exploration of the IWSG site I found everything somewhere.

If I had located a search feature, my delving might have been faster. Please, can someone tell me where that search function is?

Sorry for posting late.

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The awesome co-hosts for the June 5 posting of the IWSG are Liza at Middle Passages, Shannon Lawrence, Melissa Maygrove, and Olga Godim!

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