Freedom Flights: Episode 41. Conviction and Commitment

Episode 41 of Freedom Flights is set in January 2025 and will be released in two parts. Can you guess what world-shattering event occurs in Part 2? Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… even if they fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just crucial incidents in a specific month, thereby I hope to reach the present quicker. I don’t want to be stuck writing about earlier months when the last shot is fired.

Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes. After then addressing the essential rebuilding, I must finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air.

We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite how some leaders vacillate. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.

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

Episode 41. Conviction and Commitment.

Part 1

2025

Sunday, January 5th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

The group of children were gathered outside the old hangar, which had been decorated to resemble a stable with a nativity scene inside for the Christmas celebrations.

A child exclaimed with delight and pointed into the darkness as three figures in magnificent outfits emerged.

Los Reyes Magos,” said Adelita Palomo, then added in Ukrainian, “The Three Kings.” She introduced them individually as they approached. “As I’m sure you know, these Wise Men are Melchior… Gaspar… and Balthazar. Follow them, please. They have gifts for children.”

As Los Reyes Magos led the children inside the hangar, Adelita approached Aitana Salcedo, who was guarding the door, and switched into Spanish.

“Are the others inside?”

“Conchita and Jacinta are, as is Aaron now, wearing his King costume. But Katiuska is patrolling with Treka and the other K9 handlers, including the five new ones from Canada. Protecting these kids is the Night Owl’s priority this evening. So, let’s join the children when I’m relieved.”

Shortly, K9 handler Ailish Delaney and her Beagle, Rosheen, took over, so Adelita and Aitana went into the hangar.

Inside, Los Reyes Magos were kneeling before the infant Jesus in his crib and presenting their gifts. Gaspar gave gold, representing Jesus’ kingship; Melchior offered frankincense, symbolising his divinity; and Balthazar brought myrrh, which indicated his mortality.

“Is that real gold?” asked Adelita.

“Only if my engagement ring is,” replied Conchita. “Aaron wouldn’t say when he proposed yesterday. He just borrowed the ring for this evening’s event.”

The Kings bowed once again to Jesus, then backed up a few steps before turning to the children. Three thrones had been set up for Los Reyes Magos, who sat and began presenting the kids with candy and practical presents.

“Where did you leave your camels?” asked one small girl of the imposing Gaspar.

Tugging his dark beard, he replied, “On the far end of the base, where the dogs can guard them. Later tonight, we’ll visit your houses when you’re asleep and leave gifts for your families.”

“We can put out some grass or carrots,” said another girl. “Your camels will enjoy those.”

As the Kings and the children chatted, Conchita and her friends were ensuring the parents had what they needed… gifts from Los Reyes Magos donated by the squadron.

An hour later, Los Reyes Magos said farewell to the children, and everyone escorted them outside, where K9 handler Ailish Delaney and her Beagle, Rosheen, were on duty.

The kids all wanted to stroke Rosheen, whom they decided was the cutest dog they’d ever seen.

“Rosheen loves her work and this kind of attention,” said Ailish. “Her nose helps us find things that are hidden or lost.”

**

Monday, January 6th – Recreation Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Returning from the Epiphany service in the base chapel, Conchita and Aaron led the Spanish contingent to a corner of the rec room, originally the airport’s main lounge. Some comfortable chairs and couches were arranged around two low tables.

“Did the Three Kings leave these gifts?” asked Adelita, staring at Aaron. “Or did they take off with their camels?”

“Treka and I saw them leave towards Lutsk last night,” said Katiuska, winking at Aaron, who was already handing out presents.

Conchita unwrapped hers and held up her engagement ring and a St Christopher pendant.

“Seems Gaspar added another gold treasure to my ring.” She kissed Aaron, handing him a narrow parcel.

 Removing the paper, he took out a box and opened it, revealing a pen.

“It’s also a digital recorder. I’ve left a message for you alone.”

Their friends unwrapped anonymous gifts, all selected individually, even Treka’s. But by whom? They stared at each other, then at Aaron and Conchita.

“If you were Gaspar, who were the other Kings?” asked his sister Jacinta.

“I don’t know. They just arrived,” replied the distracted journalist. “With the camels, perhaps.”

He was staring at a crowd gathered in front of the rec’s television. The Spaniards wandered over to the Canadian TV channel broadcasting Justin Trudeau’s press announcement.

Justin Trudeau at a news conference at Rideau Cottage in Ottawa, Canada on January 6, 2025. Photo: Dave Chan/AFP via Getty Images

“Every morning I’ve woken up as prime minister, I have been inspired by the resilience, generosity and the determination of Canadians,” he said. “It is the driving force of every single day I have the privilege of serving in this office. That is why, since 2015, I have fought for this country – for you -”

The ten Canadians nodded as Trudeau continued.

“-to strengthen and grow the middle class, and why we rallied to support each other through the pandemic, to advance reconciliation, to defend free trade on this continent, to stand strong with Ukraine and our democracy, and to fight climate change and get our economy ready for the future.

We are at a critical moment in the world…”

Everyone murmured in agreement, although Kalyna Chayka muttered, “But what’s next?”

As if in response, Trudeau eventually answered.

“That’s why, this morning, I advised the governor general that we need a new session of parliament. She has granted this request, and the house will now be prorogued until 24 March.”

“Suspending Parliament may lead to a Spring election,” said Tetyana Douglass.

Then, as expected, Trudeau said, “I intend to resign as party leader, as prime minister, after the party selects its next leader through a robust, nationwide, competitive process. Last night I asked the president of the Liberal Party to begin that process.

This country deserves a real choice in the next election, and it has become clear to me that if I’m having to fight internal battles, I cannot be the best option in that election.”

“So, who will lead the Liberals, and what will happen to our fight over here?” asked Zoriana Douglass.

“I pray they choose Chrystia Freeland, after all she’s done for Ukraine,” said Ailish Delaney.

“Like all of us, she has Ukrainian ancestors,” added Corynn Amsel.

“And the family all speak Ukrainian at home,” continued Isla Clacher.

“As have our clan, ever since the two Chayka sisters escaped Nazi and Soviet tyranny in 1944,” said Vasy.

“Marrying two brothers from an earlier refugee wave from Ukraine,” said Kalyna, then concluded, “The ten of us need to decide what we do next, especially as there will be a Parliamentary election in Canada, sooner than expected.”

The Ukrainian Canadians all agreed and followed the Chayka cousins to a quieter room.

**

Thursday, January 16th – Squadron Command Centre,  Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Kalyna Chayka turned back to the nine Night Owls waiting for the meeting.

“That was Commandant Raphaëlle Balode, our senior officer at Dęblin in Poland. She wanted to confirm the reports that Poland’s Operational Command did scramble fighter jets to secure Polish airspace last night, but there were no violations by the Russians.”

“However,” added Vasy. “As you know, Western Ukraine came under massive attacks right up to the Polish border. The enemy targeted our key energy infrastructure. 43 cruise and ballistic missiles and 74 attack drones were launched in last night’s barrage.”

After a strategic pause, Kalyna continued.

“Yet, our air force downed 30 missiles and 47 drones, of which our pilots contributed a respectable number, with zero casualties.” Cheers and fist pumps greeted the encouraging news. “President Zelensky announced the authorities have maintained the ‘operation of our energy system’. But we must be prepared for the Russian aerial onslaught to continue night after night.”

Murmurs of agreement and determination followed.

“Your responses suggest you are prepared for this,” said Vasy. “We suspect otherwise you wouldn’t have volunteered initially, given what you were told beforehand. However, we’re interested to learn your motivation behind serving with the Night Owls.”

Kalyna gestured at the three Spaniards.

“You’ve been here just over two months and were inspired by Aaron Garcia. Is there a common motive?”

They all nodded.

“I may be Aaron’s sister, but I speak for all three of us”, said Jacinta. “Everything he witnessed and reported made us aware of the suffering of Ukrainians as well as their desire to fight for every meter of their land. So much blood is being spilt every day, which must be stopped, whatever it takes. We were comfortable back in Spain, trained in our professions, but watching the people here suffer and, in too many cases, die. Aitana and I are qualified paramedics who can contribute far more here. Katiuska and her K9, Treka, are an experienced search and rescue duo. Together, this Hispanic trio is a team.”

Jacinta’s speech received a round of applause.

“The plight and the courage of Ukraine’s people inspire us all,” said Vasy. “Have our new recruits from Canada found a common purpose and someone to present them? We do have time for personal contributions.

The five K9 handlers smiled at each other. Then let Corynn Amsel talk.

“Ensuring the venue for the Chayka Air Fundraiser was secure brought us together as a team. Being at the event and watching the Kearney Encounter footage made us all aware of the importance of this country and the struggle to drive the Russians out. Tetyana and Zoriana encouraged us to discover our Ukrainian roots, in some cases deeper than expected. As we talked with your colleagues in Cold Lake and explored the war online, we realised our involvement out here would not only save lives through the search and rescue work, but our protection of your combat units would allow them to be more flexible in their dispersed operations. Like our Spanish sisters, we are a team… proven before we arrived.”

More cheers and applause followed.

“Excellent again. Does anyone want to add anything?” asked Kalyna.

“On a tangent,” said Isla Clacher. ‘We’re all from NATO countries and helping a country not yet a member. But the Russians claim they are fighting NATO, while our governments try to avoid escalating to that scenario. We are like the Americans in WW2, volunteering while the USA was holding back… like the ones in the Eagle Squadrons.”

“Your point being?” asked Vasy. “Are you suggesting we need non-NATO recruits?”

“Almost all of Ukraine’s support is from NATO countries,” replied Isla. “Although Russia leans towards other autocratic regimes, the Global South, led by India, continues to support them. Does Ukraine get any support from non-Western countries?’

The cousins conferred and then Kalyna answered.

“This squadron has some South Korean crew and some equipment donated from Australia. Within Ukraine, there are several volunteers from such NATO partnership countries… non-member allies for mutual security and co-operation. Recruiting qualified personnel won’t be easy… even using Chayka Air contacts-“

“Although having non-NATO personnel has advantages,” continued Vasy. “Wherever we can counter Russia’s accusations of Ukraine as a Western puppet, we should seize on it. First, we need to develop our South Korean links with the assistance of Captain Jeong Chae-Yeong and Warrant Officer Kang Eun-Ji. Second, Kalyna, we should ask your daughter, Aliona, to investigate the company’s Far Eastern, Indian, African, and Latin American connections.”

Kalyna agreed and invited further suggestions.

“My brother and his fiancée, Conchita, were discussing fighter jets recently,” said Jacinta. “They have South American and Portuguese acquaintances in the military. Whether they could persuade any to volunteer, I don’t know… but I could ask.”

**

After the new recruits left the meeting to resume their security and medical duties, Kalyna rang her daughter in Canada. Aliona understood the imperative of exploring all Chayka Air’s avenues to garner support for the Night Witches and Ukraine.

“Another concern over here,” said Kalyna, “Is the Trump inauguration on Monday receiving appropriate attention from the Canadian media? Everyone here is already uneasy, as he promised to resolve the war in 24 hours.”

“At Chayka Air, we share your unease, but Canadians are more concerned about Trump’s impact on the economy with his threatened tariffs. The press is devoting as much attention to who will be the next Liberal leader, therefore, our new Prime Minister.”

“If there is a Spring election as predicted, we’ll need to ensure the Canadians out here can vote,” said Kalyna. “Ukraine could be a key issue.”

Aliona paused before replying.

“Unfortunately for Ukraine, the Conservatives are well ahead in the polls… whoever ends up leading the Liberal Party.”

**

MPA – 2,033 words

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

Freedom Flights: Episode 40. Winter Warning.

Episode 40 of Freedom Flights features a crucial annual event in the Night Witches’ and Chayka Air’s calendar. Or rather, the clear up before the event. The episode was becoming too long to add more scenes. Can you tell what will happen next, or do you need a Part 2 before Episode 41, which will be set in January 2025? I am planning to reference key events in this episode, rather than ignore any vital details.

Apologies if I’ve left gaps previously. If I have, please let me know.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen in 2025… even if they fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just crucial incidents in a specific month, thereby I hope to reach the present quicker. I don’t want to be stuck writing about earlier months when the last shot is fired.

Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes. After then addressing the essential rebuilding, I must finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air.

We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite how some leaders vacillate. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.

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

Episode 40. Winter Warning.

2024

Monday, December 16th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Kalyna and Vasy Chayka studied the squadron personnel list in the Command Centre.

“We must decide who we’re sending to Canada for the Christmas Chayka Air Fundraiser,” said Kalyna. “What are our priorities this year?”

“At our meeting last month on defensive measures, we made an extensive list,” said Vasy. “Some items are in the pipeline, but others are outstanding. Most of all – personnel.”

“Our journalist friend, Aaron Garcia, recruited medics recently… and one K9 unit. Could he raise the security personnel? Or is he going home again?”

“Not if it means leaving Conchita Gutiérrez,” replied Vasy. “I thought Andżelika and Estera Sówka, as they are the First Lieutenants in charge of our security… the Night Owls.”

“Excellent. The Sówka sisters understand our security requirements. However, the Kearneys also want a Ukrainian pilot on their podcast. Someone who can inspire all our supporters. Their coverage is always invaluable.”

“Who do you have in mind?”

“Pilots who have flown combat missions. I’ve narrowed those down to two… both recovering from injuries.”

“Master Sergeant Polina Melynk is off duty, as is Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk. Whether our doctor feels Olha has adapted to her prosthesis well enough to travel is one question we need answered.”

“We can check about both pilots,” said Vasy, messaging Sacha Proulx.

*

Medical Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Doctor Sacha Proulx and Chief Paramedic Osinniy were discussing general medical issues when the Chayka majors arrived as arranged.

“Many thanks for sparing the time,” said the cousins in unison.

“We’ve discussed our two patients,” said Sacha. “Both have recovered, although neither is ready for active duty. Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk had more serious injuries, but it’s been over four months since her prosthetic left arm was fitted on July 16th. Even the second prosthesis fitting was over six weeks ago. Olha is fit enough to fly to Canada.”

Osinniy continued, “Master Sergeant Polina Melynk was wounded on Tuesday, September 3rd, so would be healthy enough physically to travel. But she isn’t managing to handle her mental recovery. She needs more psych sessions, rather than a long journey and press attention.”

The cousins nodded, and Kalyna replied.

“If Olha agrees with your assessment and feels ready for such a protracted trip, we will send her and two others as the Night Witches’ representatives fundraising in Canada.”

Sacha handed her some printouts.

“These are guidelines for Olha, concerning travelling abroad with a prosthesis, although she is aware of almost everything. Flying as a pilot is more demanding than flying as a passenger. We’ve also included documents to ensure that there are no problems at security checkpoints, especially regarding medical questions.”

**

Friday, December 20th – Edmonton International Airport, Alberta, Canada

The Sówka sisters and Olha waited for the Canadian Air Transport Security Authority screening officers to finish checking their documents and kit bags. Despite the paperwork, the officers were confused when they found three military uniforms.

“Why are you in Canada and not fighting in Ukraine?” asked the older officer. “Maybe these aren’t yours,” He glanced at their passports. “Since when were Polish women involved?”

“We are volunteer security personnel,” said Andżelika, indicating her sister. “Our pilot companion is Ukrainian and was wounded while serving with an all-female squadron.”

“We’re guests of Chayka Air in Cold Lake,” added Estera. “The documents should confirm everything.”

“If they’re not forged,” said the younger officer. “How do we know you’re not dangerous Russian spies?”

An intercom buzzed in their office. A minute later, a colleague came out and whispered something to the older man, and the officers all left the interrogation room.

“We must insist on calling Chayka Air,” said Olha. “I don’t understand why these officers refused?”

After a short wait, a different man came in and told them to follow. He led them to the main office, where a woman and a Canadian Air Force officer greeted them.

“I’m Aliona Sokol from Chayka Air, and my RCAF friend here is Lieutenant Colonel Todd Manning. These CATSA officers were being extra diligent due to an anonymous tip-off about foreign agents attempting to infiltrate via a flight from Warsaw. A scam call, perhaps?”

“When you didn’t appear on time, despite your Verified Traveller IDs,” added Todd. “I was forced to use my RCAF rank to inquire whether you were detained incorrectly. I also fear the threat may not be a hoax, so we’re investigating that.”

Once the CATSA officers returned all their documentation and apologised profusely, Aliona and Todd escorted Olha, Andżelika and Estera out into the central area of the terminal.

“How far is Cold Lake?” asked Olha. “It will be good to stop travelling… although it’s a change of pace for us.”

The trio of travellers smiled.

“Almost 200 miles, or about 320 kilometres,” replied Aliona. “But we’ll get there soon, and then you can relax until tomorrow. What time did you leave Chayka Field?”

“0700 on Thursday,” said Estera. “We needed enough time to catch today’s 0600 flight from Warsaw.”

“A long flight,” said Todd. “I saw you had a layover at Amsterdam Schiphol, which means over 15 hours in the air. Apologies for the next hop.”

They approached an area providing access to smaller private jets.

“In Chayka Air’s Phenom 100,” added Aliona. “It’s fast and comfortable, so we’ll get you to Cold Lake in plenty of time to recover before tomorrow afternoon’s itinerary.”

“Just don’t tell her mother, Kalyna,” said Todd. “She’s the latest Chayka pilot to graduate.”

“Although my brother Mykola is sure to tell… or dad.”

**

Saturday, December 21st – Chayka Air, Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada

Olha raced the Sówkas back to the guesthouse behind the Chayka Air hangars and administrative buildings. She might have won, but a shout from nearby made her stop.

“Hiya. Are you the three Ukrainians over here to raise funds for the war? I’m Mykola Sokol, son of your commander…well, one of your leaders. The other’s my aunt.”

The twenty-something boy leaning out of a window waved them over.

“I’m the only Ukrainian,” said Olha, putting her arms around the sisters. “My friends are Polish and support the squadron.”

“We coordinate the Night Owls,” said Andżelika. Providing security, medics, and K9 units for search and rescue, and guard duties. We’re after recruits while we’re here.”

Mykola glanced behind him before responding.

“I wanted to fight in 2022, but my parents claimed I wasn’t experienced. I haven’t learned to fly, like my sister Aliona, although she runs the company. I help when I can.” He looked round briefly. “I’m being called. Cya later.”

The trio dashed back to the guesthouse, knowing their first appointment was imminent.

*

Aliona showed the trio into the spacious hangar being set up for the fundraiser. Olha looked up as they passed under Zharptytsia, the prized Polikarpov U-2, the original Chayka sisters had escaped war-torn Europe in.

“Amazing and brave that they flew from Byelorussia so far across occupied territory to Sweden. Our Night Witch sisters, forever revered.”

1944 Polikarpov Po-2 of The Shuttleworth Collection, United Kingdom
Michał Prokurat

The others nodded as Aliona led them onto the stage at the end of the hangar. Clodagh and Darina Kearney had set up an area for recording the next session of Kearney Encounter, their podcast. They directed the uniformed trio to seats in front of the main camera and microphones. Behind was a Ukrainian flag and the squadron’s Zharptytsia insignia.

“We’re pleased you three agreed to this,” said Clodagh, taking seats to the side with her sister. “This is not going out live since we will edit in footage from tonight’s fundraiser. So, you can take your time answering our questions. Okay?”

The interviewees smiled and agreed.

“Welcome, Kearney Encounter friends. Today’s podcast comes from Chayka Air, where their annual Fundraiser for Ukraine takes place,” said Darina, to a second camera covering the hostesses. “Every year since 2022, a few of the Night Witches squadron have attended the event to talk about the war and how we can help Ukraine achieve peace.”

Clodagh continued the introduction.

“This year’s guests, from left to right, are Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk, one of the squadron’s Ukrainian fighter pilots. In the centre is First Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka, co-founder of the Night Owls with her sister, First Lieutenant Estera Sówka, on the right. Before the sisters tell us about the Night Owls, I must ask Olha if she can talk about the squadron’s current operations?”

“I can, in general, although as some may have noticed, an injury postpones my return to active duty. However, I am aware of the missions my colleagues are flying. With the Russians launching almost nightly attacks at our cities, most night missions involve intercepting rockets and missiles. After many of these cowardly attacks hit civilian targets, our medevac helicopters respond, taking search and rescue teams to destroyed buildings. Our attack helicopters protect them… and often destroy the aerial threats too.”

“I presume the enemy uses drones to spot targets like runways,” said Clodagh. “So, your flights still move between airfields”

Olha winced while the Sówka sisters glanced at each other.

“The drones have increased steadily, especially since the summer.” She hesitated before adding, “I’ll leave the issue for the Night Owls to address.”

“Before that, are you willing to talk about your horrific drone experience, please?” asked Darina.

Olha closed her eyes but nodded.

“On July 13th, a group of Russian ORLAN 10 spy drones recced Myrhorod Air Base, minutes before Blue Flight landed. My wing sisters, Taisia Kovalchuk and Halyna Boyka, were killed, but I escaped my MiG-29, only for a cluster bomb to destroy it. The flying debris mangled my left arm…” She paused and bit her lip. “My arm was amputated.” She lowered her head. Then she rolled up the sleeve on her left arm. “It was replaced with this prosthesis at the Superhumans Center near Lviv. Only my flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko, survived the attack… physically unscathed.”

 Andżelika put a comforting arm around the shaken pilot, who leant into her.

“A traumatic experience,” said Clodagh. “Our thanks for bravely sharing that. This is just one example of what the heroes in Ukraine can face any day, often every day.” She let the truth kindle the audience’s emotions. Then, she continued. “The Russian attacks continue, and not just on military targets in the East, but on cities across the country. The Night Witches must prepare for the likelihood of attacks on their airfield, and this is why the Night Owls were formed. Please, tell us what you can, Andżelika?”

Estera smiled encouragingly at her sister, who replied.

“Last summer, the squadron asked our uncle, Geralt Sówka, to form a trained security unit to replace the ground crews’ patrols. He recruited us and ten other female officers, all of us trained by GROM, the premier special missions unit of the Polish Armed Forces. We selected these space cadet blue uniforms, and Uncle G  chose the Owl insignia for its powerful symbolism… and ‘sowa’ means owl in Polish.”

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

“And like owls, you operate predominantly at night,” said Darina. “Sorry. Please continue and explain the Ukraine angle.”

“Like the Night Witches, every recruit to the Night Owls swears allegiance to Ukraine, sharing the fight for freedom. We’re not just armed with guns, we’re also trained in unarmed conflict. Although our main recruits have been Ukrainian, we welcome other nationalities.”

“You are here with a purpose. Estera, please explain?” asked Clodagh.

Estera took a sip of water.

“The squadron’s defence plans require an enlarged squad, especially when some of us assist as medics with the medevac missions. We also operate six K9 units, which again serve on patrols and search & rescue missions. For example, Olha’s cousin, Anhelina Tkachuk and Quetzal, her red & white Siberian Husky, are one of our K9 units, specialising in search & rescue. The goal is to double the squad by recruiting security specialists, paramedics, and versatile K9 operatives.”

“Are you able to offer supplementary training?” asked Darina. “Or do they need to be fully trained?”

The Sówka sisters conferred before Andżelika replied.

“As long as they know the fundamentals, we have the personnel and facilities to instruct them further. We also have access to language facilities for anyone needing to brush up on their Ukrainian.”

Before anyone could say anything more, there was a commotion at the hangar entrance. Aliona rushed in, followed by her brother and a Chayka Air security guard with her Doberman Pinscher. All three had semi-automatic pistols as sidearms.

“There are six armed intruders on the airfield,” said the guard. “My colleagues are attempting to apprehend them.”

“We also alerted the Cold Lake RCMP detachment,” said Mykola. “Of course, Aliona warned the Canadian Forces Base as our neighbours.”

“Neighbours concerned about intruders after yesterday’s alert at Edmonton International. It’s wiser to be forewarned.”

Automatic gunfire echoed through the avenue of buildings. Colleagues called on the guard’s radio.

“Intruders heading your way, Tetyana. We’ll try to stop them. Secure the hangar immediately.”

As Mykola and his sister began to slide the hangar doors shut, Andżelika and Estera ran to help them. Tetyana dashed to a side room, shouting in what sounded like Canadian-Ukrainian.

“There should be other weapons in here. We might need them.”

“We keep some in that office… locked away,” Aliona said to the Sówka sisters. “I’m sure you two are more than proficient.”

As Olha joined them, Aliona led them to where Tetyana unlocked a hidden gun safe and took out three SIG Sauer P320s.

“Aliona, as Chayka Air’s CEO, can you authorise these three officers as security?” asked Tetyana in her Ukrainian dialect. “Since they’re from the Night Witches, they’re trained.”

When her employer nodded, Tetyana handed Olha, Estera and Andżelika the pistols. Then she radioed her colleagues.

“Zoriana, what’s your status? We now have six armed personnel, plus an eager Borago. Over.”

“They’ve split into two groups. One is preparing to blast the main hangar door… but the RCMP will deal with them. Steinarr is tracking the others, who are likely looking for a side entrance. Over.”

“Will prepare reception at rear. Over and out.”

Tetyana left Aliona, Mykola, and Olha covering the main door from a safe distance and dashed with her K9 and the Sówka sisters onto the stage.

The Kearneys and their two camera operators were filming the developing crisis.

“Shadow both groups. We must record this,” said Darina, dividing their team.

Down steps behind the stage were a narrow corridor and a large central steel door for bringing supplies or equipment into the hangar. Tetyana checked the handle, and the door swung inwards. Unable to lock it, she looked around.

A metal staircase at one end of the passageway went up to a gantry leading around the inside of the hangar. A small window gave a view from the gantry to the rear of the building.

Telling her K9 to stay, Tetyana climbed up to the window. She glanced through the dusty glass, then pulled away, gesturing down towards the door. She pointed to a pile of crates at the opposite end of the corridor.

Andżelika and Estera gave thumbs up and hid behind the crates, with a camera operator. Borago noted this and hid near the foot of the stairs, waiting as his owner crept down and lay beside him.

The door moved slightly, then swung open as three armed men slipped inside, rolling instinctively. Crouching, they scanned what must have seemed an empty corridor. Unaware they were being watched, but hearing voices, the trio moved towards the steps onto the stage.

Swiftly, Tetyana released her dog and fired a warning shot, which was followed by two from the crates. The intruders spun round, but Borago bowled them over as they tried to shoot.

Another dog entered the fray through the open doorway. The intruders found themselves surrounded by armed security guards and forced to the ground.

“Great timing, Zoriana,” said Tetyana. “I guessed Steinarr would be right behind them.” She bent down to where both Dobermanns were terrifying the prisoners. “She wasn’t going to let Borago have all the fun.”

As the male intruders stood, arms handcuffed behind them, one garbled something. Another shook his head to silence him, but not before Andżelika smiled.

“Too late. Some of us understand Russian.” She turned to the Chayka Air security guards. “He mentioned a third group already here.”

“The ones sent to neutralise our alarms,” said Zoriana. “Our military police colleagues caught them sneaking around. They’re interrogating them.”

“No doubt that bunch disabled this rear door, so I couldn’t lock it,” said Tetyana, escorting the first prisoner outside.

The handcuffed intruders were taken around the outside of the hangar to where the RCMP officers had secured three more intruders.

Aliona had escorted everyone else outside and appeared relieved that the Sówka group were safe.

“Lieutenant Colonel Manning has commandeered our securest room for Cold Lake’s Military Police to interrogate all three groups of intruders.”

“With our assistance,” added the senior RCMP officer. “You also have the use of one of our K9 officers, Corporal Isla Clacher.” He indicated a female handler with a  German Shepherd. “She trained with your Douglass sisters before they found their Ukrainian roots.”

Tetyana and Zoriana grinned and then saluted both RCMP officers.

“Experienced officers have advised me,” said Aliona, “That the hangar needs to be thoroughly searched for explosive devices before our Fundraiser. Guests will start arriving in about two hours.”

“We’ll need more than three K9 units,” said Isla. “Even with human assistance.”

Before anyone could respond, two vehicles pulled up with K9 insignia, one Military Police, the other Air Transport Security. The handlers let their dogs out, then attached tactical gear and leashes to them.

“I’m Sergeant Corynn Amsel, and my German Shorthaired Pointer is Rikke,” said the Military Police handler.

“And my Beagle is Rosheen,” said the CATSA handler. “I’m Ailish… Ailish Delaney.”

Mykola turned to his sister, “Five K9 units from four units. How’s our CEO going to coordinate them?”

She smiled. “I’ll delegate to one of the Night Owl First Lieutenants.” She glanced from Andżelika to Estera. “They’re both experienced in leading a team which includes six K9 units from three countries. Does one of you Sówka sisters want to take charge… if our handlers accept?”

Estera encouraged her sister to step forward, saying, “Another chance to demonstrate teamwork.”

Cameras still rolling, five keen handlers gathered around Andżelika with their eager dogs.

“This will be a perfect example of the solidarity Ukraine needs,” said Aliona. “Ensuring our venue is secure for another extremely successful Fundraiser.”

**

MPA – 3,100 words

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

WEP Paranormal Pumpkins

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

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

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

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

Paranormal Pumpkins

1960

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

Cold Lake 1950s. Photo: CFB Cold Lake.

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

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

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

“He was a scruffy man looking for work.”

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

They ran screaming into the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you fix the leak?” asked Denys.

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

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

Her father chuckled.

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

As they walked inside, Galina whispered to Artem.

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

*

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

As the head of the household, Denys greeted everyone.

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

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

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

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

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

Then the special cake.

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

Desserts were abandoned for Anton’s cake.

When everyone had a generous slice, he stood.

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

The owner, a portly ogre greeted them.

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stepan and Marko challenged the demons.

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

As everyone harassed the demonic pumpkins, Kalyna stepped outside.

Four more orange nightmares appeared.

Baron Samedi

 Kalyna raised her arms.

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

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

Artem hugged Galina.

“You said your titka was a powerful witch.”

**

MPA 1,000 words

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Freedom Flights: Episode 25 – Irreversible Path – Part 5

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

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

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

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

Episode 25 – Irreversible Path

2024

PART 5 – Versatile Deception

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone agreed and they all left the Command Centre.

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

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

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

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

He grinned and slicked back his oiled hair.

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

Vasy approached the cocky pilot.

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

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

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

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

He glanced at his flight who nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

Seeing Tayanita, Aenoheso embraced her friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

Siberian Husky: Image Credit: Aleksandr Abrosimov, Shutterstock

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

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

Estera shook her head.

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

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

Polina reached out and took her hand.

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

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

“Of course.”

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

Myrhorod Air Base, Poltava Oblast, Ukraine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inside Alfa Tiger, they monitored the area.

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

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

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

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

When the Major returned he told Stepan to proceed.

Xenia welcomed Illya on board.

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tamila saluted the five superior officers.

*

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

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

“Including Tamila?”

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

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

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

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

Colonel Alfhild Falkborg laughed.

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outside, Kalyna had Tamila drive them back.

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

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

“A tactic learnt from our Swedish friends.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vasy greeted three of them

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

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

“Perun from the Sikorsky Brigade.”

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

Maksym chuckled.

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

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

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

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

Perun nodded but Kalyna looked at the time.

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

**

Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

Ruslan leapt to her defense.

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

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

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

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

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

Tamila laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

Loud cheers echoed around the restaurant.

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

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

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

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

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

More cheering and clapping.

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

Sergei dimmed the lights and rolled the movie.

*

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

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

**

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Slava Ukrayini

Freedom Flights: Episode 25 – Irreversible Path – Part 4

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

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

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

Episode 25 – Irreversible Path

2024

PART 4 – Drones, Messages and Ashes

Saturday, July 13thDęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her co-pilot put his hand up.

“Is the yellow line the second Saab 340?”

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

Maksym indicated the three new faces.

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

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

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

One of the crew raised a hand.

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

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

**

Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

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

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

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

Siberian Husky: Image Credit: Aleksandr Abrosimov, Shutterstock

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

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

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

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

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

**

Kalyniv Airfield near the Polish border

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That makes it a better challenge.’

Nauja warned their base if he came to advise caution.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Polina rushed to the Tiger.

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Colonel was pleased but qualified her reaction.

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

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

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

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

**

Myrhorod Air Base, Poltava Oblast, Ukraine

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

**

Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Aenoheso read Maksym the decoded message.

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

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

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

Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

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

He informed their Control Tower of his imminent arrival.

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

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

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

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

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

His friend Fedir shouted down from the Su-24.

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

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

**

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

Bell CH-146 Griffon. Author: John Davies

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

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

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

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

**

Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

**

Okhmatdyt Children’s  Hospital, Kyiv, Ukraine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did something happen there?” asked Aldona.

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

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

**

Myrhorod Air Base, Poltava Oblast, Ukraine

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Slava Ukrayini.”

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sabre Flight will escort you,” said Maryna’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A senior officer walked into the room, and everyone saluted.

“I’m Major Illya Medved, Commander of Myrhorod Air Base. After today’s tragedy, I should have come to welcome you. I hope Doctor Baran was helpful, even though we had casualties. I wanted to ensure our flights managed to find bases for the night, while we cleared the runway.”

“I’m Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka from the Night Owls, our squadron’s security. We can help if anyone is MIA.” She was anxious her team needed to do more, so she added, “We even have K9 units and an explosives expert if there is any unexploded ordinance.”

Illya Medved hesitated, unused to so many female officers. Then he relaxed.

“I should have realised the Night Witches would be resourceful and fearless. I’m unsure all our ground crew reported back after the attacks.”

He stepped away and called his Senior Chief Mechanic, then turned to Andżelika.

“Stepan Marchenko will meet you and your team at Taxiway A. Some mechanics were last seen near where the first MiG-29 was destroyed.”

When the Night Owls left, Adriana approached the doctor who had returned and was talking to the Major.

“Was my Lieutenant, Olha Tkachuk in that second jet… she should have been. Yet I’ve seen the wreckage. How did she survive with her arm… mangled?”

Yevhen looked at his commander, who let him answer.

“Like you, she got out, but when the cluster bomb hit her MiG, she was hit by some debris and knocked over, trapping and mangling her arm.” He paused then continued, “I came to say she’s ready to be taken to the Black Hawk in one of their stretchers. The other patient, as you know Illya, is a mechanic who has third-degree burns after trying to rescue one of your other colleagues. We’re sorry for your double loss.”

Maryna choked back her tears, memories of the attack on Sable Flight flooding back.

“Almost your whole flight. I hope Olha flies again. I’m so grateful I had Katia to help me recover and fly again. Come with us on the flight to Lviv, please.”

“I can’t leave without… Taisia and Halyna—”

The Major put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“We will ensure whatever we find of their remains are reverentially sent to you for burial if that seems acceptable.”

“Aleks and I will remain here to bring them to you if you agree. You must be in Lviv for Olha. She needs you, please.”

Adriana thanked Illya and Nadia before leaving.

“We need to scan for drones,” said Aleks, “ but will return to send an urgent message,”

Outside they said farewell to the Black Hawk crew and passengers.

“We’ll monitor for any unfriendly forces, then tell the Control Tower when it’s safe to leave. Plus, we’ll ensure you are expected in Lviv.”

*

Having watched the Black Hawk leave with its five-fighter escort, Nadia and Aleks returned to Illya Medved.

“I have some questions, Major,” said Nadia.

“Anytime.”

“Say no to any of these. First, please can we send an urgent coded message?” She paused to let him refuse. “Second, do you have a brave daughter called Tamila?” He nodded and smiled. “Third, can we call you Illya?”

“Of course, you are friends of my daughter, Lieutenant Tamila Medved. I was proud when in 2022 she became one of the fearless Night Witches despite the prejudice female pilots faced from some. Then later that year she shot down a cruise missile and three drones at the cost of an injured ankle.”

“Because she flew her stricken jet away from residences,” added Nadia. “A few months later, visiting the hospital where Olha will receive a prosthetic arm, she persuaded a courageous helicopter pilot with a prosthetic leg to join us as one of our best pilots… and our goal-scoring winning soccer star alongside your daughter.”

“This I must see as soon as possible. My daughter playing soccer with a prosthetic-wearing helicopter pilot. Plus, I must visit the Night Witches base. ”

“Then the sooner we send our coded message, the sooner we can all go to Chayka Field.”

Nadia asked Mahihkan Wolf Sister to code a message for Maksym, Alfhild, and Mariyka.

“Hotel heading to Lviv with first patient requiring arm amputation and second with third-degree burns. Please make arrangements. Sable Flight escorting. Golf and Alfa remain at Myrhorod to help clear three wrecked MiG-29s. Will return with the ashes of two brave pilots. Adriana Pavlenko will name the deceased on return.”

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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

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.”

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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.”

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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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