Ukraine’s successful counter-offensive revealed likely war crimes from a torture incident to mass graves in a forest. Russian troops and separatist forces ran en masse, abandoning valuable equipment and supplies.
This was swiftly followed by Russia’s sham elections and illegal annexation of four regions of Eastern Ukraine.
Echoes of Hitler’s annexation of Sudetenland before WWII.
Internationally, almost everyone condemned the annexations, especially given the evidence of coercion by Russian forces, and the ludicrously inflated results. And Ukraine already controlled a percentage of the regions, then liberated more of the occupied territory after the pronouncement.
As his invasion failed, Putin announced partial mobilization which resulted in thousands of eligible Russians fleeing the country. Meanwhile, those conscripted seemed poorly equipped, barely trained, and sometimes dispatched overhastily to the front-line. There, hundreds are surrendering, rather than fight.
Putin and some in his clique have threatened the use of nuclear weapons. For now, the West has promised a punishing conventional response.
When someone, probably Ukraine, bombed the strategic Kerch Bridge linking Russia to Crimea, annexed illegally in 2014, Putin’s birthday was ruined, and he ‘lost his rag’.
The bloody reprisals were as expected from Putin’s newly appointed commander for the retreating invasion, SERGEI SUROVIKIN. Raining missiles down on Ukraine’s civilians is a typical war crime ordered by General Armageddon – hence that playground attack.
Amidst the ongoing brutality, this had to be my closing scene of my October Challenge post.
Putin was hoping he could frighten Ukrainian civilians into capitulation. But they are more determined to prevail, as the British were during the Blitz in WWII. The bombing of German cities had a similar reverse effect.
Looking ahead, my flash for December flash is provisionally titled ‘Swords into Ploughshares’ as that is where my green conscience needs to go.
War fever has engulfed so many of us. Yet, when even Germany’s Foreign Minister, Annalena Baerbock, is a Green and strong supporter of Ukraine, I feel my response is somewhat vindicated. But there must be a humanitarian solution, not one that strengthens the military-industrial complex I so vehemently opposed when active in green politics.
As the war in Ukraine continues, so must my tale of two Canadian-Ukrainian aviatrix cousins unfold to merge reality and inspiration from the WEP/IWSG bi-monthly challenges.
This October Challenge presented another interesting writing prompt in Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’. The war continues to throw up horrific images, but the extraordinary Kharkiv Counter-offensive seemed to be more encouraging.
However, I had sown a spectral seed in the last scene of the August Challenge, with aviatrix Ksenia Zelenko frightened for her brother in a Russian prison.
So, I wrote the Ksenia story as the main arc, and tried to fit in two additional events in real life, which felt significant.
But there was too much ongoing destruction and too much escalation that I had to discard one of those real-life incidents – the discovery of a Russian torture building – and so many more tragic events. This seems to be one of those tough choices writing historical fiction entails, especially in historical flash.
Instead, I pruned enough words to add a closing scene echoing ‘Thriller’ and reality.
I am aware how this war has distracted many of us from other pressing crises like climate change. And there are other humanitarian emergencies, so I’m impressed when the Ukrainians are trying to help others in say African countries. And don’t forget their concern, a few months back, for getting their grain out to those starving abroad.
Although most don’t see this terrible war ending soon, I am outlining an upbeat positive piece for the December Challenge. However, I am prepared to keep writing into 2023, even if the pieces don’t fit with Challenge prompts and I must post ‘independently’.
That depends on my health and the overdue revision of Sparkle Anwyl novel ‘Fevered Fuse’. I’d be remiss if I abandoned my Snowdon Shadows mysteries.
Blurb: In Ukraine, Night Witches gamble their lives against Fate.
Tuesday, August 30th – Kanatovo air base, Kirovohrad Oblast.
Ksenia leant closer to her brother Kyrylo as darkness shrouded them.
“How much longer have we? We’ve so much to share. Evading death takes a miracle.”
“No time to talk about the Azovstal steel mill. Nor enough faith for your miracle. Soon I must go. Tell me about the counter-offensive, please.”
Did he know? Why? Had he chosen to die again?
No. Never let him leave. Sibling persuasion.
“Our squadron received official approval as an active unit… for this offensive. We have fifteen pilots now, all-women. Plus—”
“—six more NATO compatible jets.”
He knows everything. Of course.
“Yes. The Swedes sent more Gripens. With our new command-and-control systems and surface-to-air defenses, we can field an integrated air and missile defense force—”
“—all-women like the original Night Witches, but deadlier. But I must go home now.”
“Not yet, Kyrylo. We need each other. Stay, please.”
“We will be together soon – forever.” His figure wavered in the moonlight.
“Sacrifice. Please. Grandma calls.”
Then, he vanished – joining their ancestors.
A harbinger of fate? Whose?
Thursday, September 8th
Cold Lake, Canada (21.00) andKanatovo, Ukraine (Friday, 06.00)
Leonid Sokol had been in shock since hearing the news at 11.30. Reaching his wife Kalyna in Ukraine had proved disturbing as front-line information was shrouded in secrecy. Rumors of high casualties made him fear the worst as time passed with no contact.
How dangerous were the current air operations? Were the Witches being used for night missions? What was the cost in lives?
The sound of her voice was relief, but tears flowed as he said, “Queen Elizabeth died today… we knew it would happen. We’ll mourn her.”
“We heard when Zelenskiy extended sincere condolences on behalf of the Ukrainian people. What did our prime minister, Justin Trudeau say? He’s known her personally much of his life.”
“He called the Queen ‘a constant presence in our lives’ and said his compatriots would always ‘remember and cherish Her Majesty’s wisdom, compassion, and warmth’—”
“Agreed. A life of dedication well lived. Time now to end the horrors here. Make all this carnage meaningful.”
“I fear what’s ahead. More than weapons are needed.”
Sunday, September 11th – Eastern Ukraine
The twelve Night Witches went silent as their three majors entered the briefing room, along with the commander of their ground units.
Vasy uncovered a map showing Russian positions east of Kharkiv. “Again, we’re tasked with a front-line night mission clearing enemy command & control targets. First, we must clear obstacles facing tomorrow’s thunder run. The lighter faster vehicles our brigades are using will bypass strong units. So, our second selection of targets are those.’
Ksenia continued the briefing assigning targets to the various wings.
“My wing will clear out this detachment of tanks. Remember everyone, we don’t have air supremacy in this sector.”
Explosions lit the night as the other wings found their targets. But Russian defenses were now alert and their rockets were incoming.
Ksenia’s Gold Wing had yet to attack their target, although their drone operator had locked in the co-ordinates.
As Ksenia and her wing-sister Lieutenant Ganna Kohut flew a protective pattern above, Lieutenants Anzhela Havrylyuk and Mariyka Shevchuk closed, launching multiple AGM-88 missiles.
Several explosions were confirmed as hits by her instruments. Ground defences tried to bring down the attackers as they climbed out of range.
Before Ksenia and Ganna could attack, four Russian Sukhoi Su-30s flew towards them.
“Don’t engage. Evade. Jink home.”
As the enemy launched heat seeking missiles, Gold Wing all fired off flares and chaff. Then began a combination of tight maneuvers, knowing missiles couldn’t maneuver as nimbly as their jets. And their Gripens’ electronic counter measures sent strong electronic signals, jamming radars.
More projectiles closed from below as the wing turned and barrel rolled in different directions.
Unable to track the jets anymore, most missiles flew past, losing their locks.
But the Russian Su-30s kept following, despite the danger of Ukrainian anti-aircraft defences nearby.
Ksenia prayed at least one enemy would be downed.
But they too were dodging attacks, and the Russians seemed intent on one target now – Anzhela.
Ksenia had to protect her friend. She turned towards the pursuers and when in range opened fire with her Gripen’s Mauser BK-27 cannon. Then rolled away, diving groundward.
All four Russians followed, firing missiles and cannon.
Despite the darkness, she flew as close to the treetops as possible, and under every powerline she remembered.
Approaching Kharkiv, she climbed, hoping her pursuers would flee from Ukraine’s air umbrella.
Hopefully her sisters had followed orders and returned to base. But two jets remained on her radar – one a Su-30.
Higher she climbed, twisting to lose her pursuer, who before running, launched a final missile.
It exploded by Ksenia’s wingtip.
Blood blurred her vision as her Gripen spun down.
She had to eject.
No. Her plane would hit the city.
Fight to regain control.
Another explosion – the Russian.
Steer to open spaces.
A field of harvested wheat. Food saved.
Too much blood.
“I’m dying. Kyrylo was right. Together forever.”
Thursday, September 15th – Kanatovo air base, Kirovohrad Oblast
Anzhela planted the sunflower seedling on Ksenia’s grave. “She saved my life. Why?”
Her partner Larisa and their son hugged her. “For freedom.”
“You avenged her,” said Vasy. “By shooting down that Su-30… not over the city. You saved lives.”
The surviving squadron personnel bowed their heads, then added seedlings to the other graves of their fallen friends.
“Glory to Ukraine! Glory to the heroes!”
Above the spirits of all departed Night Witches keened, yearning for a peaceful resolution.
Monday, October 10th – Kyiv, Ukraine
The Russian S-300 missile dropped with precise intent toward its military target – Ukrainian children in a playground.
Putin’s genocide mushroomed as deadly explosives fell, and blood was spilt all over Ukraine.
More innocent corpses. Bodies pulled from devastated buildings.
A special military operation with a spiraling cost in lives.
1,000 Words: FCA
Although that’s my October Challenge piece, I have more on the War in Ukraine. So. I’m splitting this post in two. For more on the War, including a link or two and a video, plus plans for the December Challenge, and two female Ukrainian soldiers, watch out for Post II in a minute or two… or go here: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/10/19/the-ongoing-war-in-ukraine/
And my long-suffering wife brought me Apple Orchard tea, despite her bad knees and other ailments. I wish our family did more… but they try given their own problems.
The usual single key tapping continues, but my new pain-med regimen helps ease the intermittent pain, improving my concentration.
My Snowdonia police procedural still depends on my desktop appearing… within another three months, perhaps.
My October WEP-IWSG Challenge – ‘Thriller’ theme – is written but needs honing. I’ve even started creating ‘Freedom Flights’, which will be a collation/collection of all my Ukraine stories.
Part 1 will be ‘Feathered Fire’, my historical fantasy which appeared in the IWSG Anthology ‘The Third Ghost’ and introduced the Cheyka family from Ukraine. However, there may be complications using a published piece.
Part II will be my Challenge pieces on the current conflict in Ukraine.
Anyway IWSG.Remember, the question is optional!
October 5 question – What do you consider the best characteristics of your favorite genre?
I hesitate over ‘favorite genre’ as my current writing for the WEP-IWSG Challenge could be classed as ‘contemporary’ or will become ‘historical’ in a few decades.
My current audio read, ‘The Last Restaurant in Paris’ by Lily Graham, is classed as Historical, as it’s set in WW2… and present day.
OK… so best characteristics of Historical: seamless blend of fact and fiction.
Does that make ‘Freedom Flight’ historical? Eastern Front WW2 and present-day Russian invasion?
Let’s switch to my equally favorite genre… Crime.
As in ‘Fevered Fuse’ my police procedural novel, undergoing revision, well, awaiting that desktop appearance. Plus, all my other Sparkle stories set in Snowdonia are police procedurals.
And my wife and I are avidly watching ‘The Brokenwood Mysteries” on Acorn TV, a New Zealand series with a great mix of quirky characters.
That’s not quite the Crime genre’s best characteristics… almost.
Whether red herrings, misleading information, false trails, or any crafty plot coils, a devious writer uses.
Used craftily, these keep our little grey cells firing and our minds entertained.