Freedom Flights: Episode 25 – Irreversible Path – Part 2

This is part 2 of the August episode of Freedom Flights. The next part will continue to cover events in early July when various key events occurred in Europe and the USA. As foreshadowed in the last scene of  Episode 24, the monthly movie night will happen.

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

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

Episode 25 – Irreversible Path

2024

PART 2 – Code Talkers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maksym Bondarenko told us—”

“To be careful and expect—”

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

“Mahihkan Wolf Sister of the Cree.”

“Call me Tayanita Brave Beaver of the Cherokee.”

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

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

The svelte spectacled blonde smiled and introduced herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nadia went quiet and closed her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

She paused and studied her spellbound audience.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vasy drew invisible threads in the air.

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

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

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

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

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

She paused.

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

Her cousin hesitated and then stood.

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

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

The cousins turned to face their god-daughter.

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

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

“More likely when we win this war.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The door opened and she was swept in.

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

“Switch it on, please.”

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

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

Aslög embraced her and their kiss was the next move.

**

 FCA 2,593 words

Slava Ukrayini

Freedom Flights: Episode 25 – Irreversible Path – Part 1

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

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

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

Episode 25 – Irreversible Path

2024

Part 1 – Training Complex

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jane was tempted to interject… as a journalist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

The Malinois cut seconds off the Shepherd’s time.

Aldona turned to the recruits.

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

“When my back is better.”

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

Saab 340 AEWCS/S 100 B Argus in flight at the Swedish Armed Forces Airshow 2010. [Photo by Gnolam – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0] https://www.kyivpost.com/post/33469

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

FCA 2,170 WORDS

Slava Ukrayini

Freedom Flights: Episode 20 – Shadow Strike

As we pass the end of April, it’s time for another long episode of Freedom Flights. Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. At least the aid bill has now been passed so we can hope, pray, and breathe again

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

Episode 20 – Shadow Strike

2024

Thursday, April 18th 2022 Night Witches Office, Dęblin Military Air Base, Poland

Major Vasy Chaka greeted each panel member as they entered her squadron office, plus the three journalists, Aaron Garcia, Jane Wetherby, and Carita Forsström. She had also requested some other key Witches, Kapitan Aleks Górski, Kapitan Mariyka Shevchuk, and Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko, plus Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth. Once she had offered them refreshments, she addressed them.

“I am pleased most of you came to learn what I had to say. The Deputy Commandant gave his apologies but hoped Instructor Brajan Rudawski and Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth would report back to him. Most of you know each other, except for our three press representatives, all of whom I have reasons to trust.”

She walked up to Aaron. “This man has written some insightful, in-depth analysis of the cutting-edge of military aviation, often risking his own life for an expose.”

She moved on to Jane. “If you hadn’t realized from her introduction, this is now a mainstay of Chayka Air’s PR machine and so the Night Witches’ media champion.”

The third journalist stood up, embraced Vasy, and then kissed her on both cheeks.

“Carita Forsström is special to me and my cousin Kalyna as her mother is Överste Alfhild Falkborg, the Colonel in the Swedish Air Force who assists us with our Gripen requirements and our dealings with SAAB. And all through our grandmothers helping Alfhild’s grandfather get crucial intelligence out of the Soviet and Nazi-occupied Baltic countries. Carita is also a respected aviation journalist… and our goddaughter.”

“Nothing is ever straightforward with you Chaykas,” said Mariyka.

“Which is why we held the press charade and what we say in here must remain confidential. Kapitan Lysenko you now better explain why you need a Tiger… without every detail.”

Nadia went to the wall map and briefly explained how some of the arms destined for Ukraine were being diverted, possibly feeding the lucrative arms smuggling racket.

“We successfully used the Tiger’s stealth abilities to track and close one of the routes into and out of Belarus. But there must be others. Until we get another lead, the Tiger will revert to its role of supporting the fighters far enough away from frontline positions not to be vulnerable to enemy ground fire.”

Brajan raised his arm. “I’ve been aware during this war of how helicopters can be vulnerable in just that situation… for both sides. The scheme using the Puszczyk to move ground crew around has flaws, notably being visible to the enemy, more so than trucks. However, Igor and have discussed some ways that could resolve this with Anatol Krakarth. Fitting basic armaments would be a starting point.”

“Another measure,” said Anatol, “would be applying ferromagnetic paint, like some F-16s have for suppression-of-enemy-air-defences, or SEAD, missions. But we may be unable to obtain the expensive American Have Glass V paint or the Israeli nano-paint which likewise simply absorbs the electromagnetic waves from radars and dissipates them as heat that scatters into the atmosphere.”

“Unless Chayka Air has the right contacts in the aero-paint industry,” asked Jane. “Need me to dig Vasy?”

“I’m sure we have them… or you’ll unearth some.”

Aleks went and peered out towards the helicopter bays.

“Nadia, could your contacts at Airbus or others help…we can’t be demanding too much already,” asked Aleks. “Or should we be keeping a low profile?”

Tiger in flight 2012. Author: Peng Chen

“Probably. I was already worrying about crossing one of Putin’s movable red lines by using the Tiger in Ukraine airspace… or is that a concern for ACW?”

Everyone nodded, realizing the presence of the Tiger had gone unchallenged for the days of recceing landing strips, and then the missile attack being thwarted.

“If we use radar dispersing paint on the Puszczyk, arm it, and keep our flights to the minimum,” said Aleks. “We should operate under the Russian radar.”

“And our only major concern now is the smuggling,” said Nadia.

“However, I would like our media outlets to focus on the Witches training Academy cadets on a Eurocopter Tiger HAP, courtesy of Airbus Helicopters SAS,” said Vasy. “Nothing about other operations. However, if you can mention the opportunists who feed on the legitimate transfer of essential technologies, then we might trigger news of another smuggler route. Please, return here at midday tomorrow for another key news update.”

Mariyka called for their attention.

“You are all invited for a meal at 2000 in the Zvenigora Restaurant which has a few rooms for guests arranged by my aunt.”

*

Thursday, April 18th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Geralt Sówka sat alone waiting for his contact to arrive. His only clue was the operative’s codename: Phénix. What sort of person should he expect? The codename was French, but he’d been given one in American, not his native Polish.

The only clue was his boss telling him to ask for a seat under a specific film poster, ‘Battle for Sevastopol’. However, the seat was on a long table laid for a party of thirteen. Who was the unlucky thirteenth?

“Don’t worry, they’re regulars,” said the restaurant owner, “They welcome company and you are one of our four special guests staying here tonight.”  

Except his GROM special forces identity had to remain a secret.

Then a large group arrived, most in Ukrainian Air Force uniforms, and the owner went to greet them. Having chatted, she led them over to the table where Geralt was seated. An attractive Ukrainian airforce pilot approached him.

“Are you ‘Bald Eagle’ my contact?” When he nodded, she said, “I’m ‘Phénix’. I will ensure we can talk securely.” She turned to the owner and asked, “Agnieszka, please seat us at the far end from the other upstairs guests, although everyone is ‘approved’ tonight. Aleks will sit beside my guest, and then our instructors. Vasy can arrange the others.”

Geralt recognized her voice. “You’re the Tiger pilot.”

“Which makes you, the shadow leader. Just call me Lysenko, or simply Nadia.”

“If we’re breaking cover, I’m Geralt and I led the…” He glanced at her nearby companions, and added, “The other night.”

“Don’t worry they know, especially Aleks Górski. She’s my co-pilot for these types of missions. Our partners are the Academy’s helicopter instructors and are appraised of our activities concerning the Tiger.”

Nadia was sure there were no untrustworthy people at the table, even when the three accredited journalists arrived and were seated beside Vasy.

“Those guests are press I’m sure,” said Geralt. “Are your colleagues aware? If not—”

“Totally. My commanding officer at the other end endorsed them personally. The British lady beside the Latino works for the squadron’s PR company in Canada.”

“Canada?”

“Yes. The Majors are Canadian-Ukrainian as am I… but I served in the French Air Force, while they flew in the Canadian. That’s why some of our planes are ex-RCAF.” She noted his confusion, so changed the topic, “Why did you make contact?”

He looked around.

“Apologies if I act nervous, but nobody yet knows about this. My boss asked around his security clique and this meeting was set up… in a classy restaurant with Air Force clientele. Reassure me please, Phénix?”

Nadia knew why he was concerned, and how to assure him.

“Classy helps. Agnieszka knows the Night Witches are not only her best customers along with the Academy. But also our conversations can be confidential. So, she ensures nobody gets seated close to us… certainly never in range of sneaky recording devices. This is the most secure restaurant in Dęblin or Lublin.’

“That’s what GROM heard, so I’m satisfied… so far. Anyway, what do you know about Ukraine’s SnipeX Alligator Mega Rifle?” asked Geralt.


Snipex Alligator- Сергій Воронков

“Putin and his generals hate them and want one. It’s an Anti-materiel sniper rifle. Their effective firing range is 2,000 metres… and their maximum is 7,000 metres. So deadly, especially in the wrong hands.”

“Like the smugglers, you tracked from Belarus. They are refusing to say who supplied it. But they admitted there were others not in Ukrainian hands. Have any Ukrainian snipers with Alligators been reported missing or killed?”

“I can find out as quickly as possible. One call will set the query in motion. But it can’t end there—”

Aleks leant forward. “XADO, the manufacturer in Kharkiv… could someone be smuggling them from there? How secure is their operation?”

            Before anyone could reply the waiter, Tomas, asked for their order. They all chose the daily Polish specials of spinach and mushroom pierogi, golabki, Kotlet Schabowy or pork cutlet with potatoes and beets. And all with plenty of vodka and spiced fruit juice or kompot.

Geralt finally pulled himself away from the food to reply to Aleks.

“I need help finding someone who can work unsuspected yet skilled. Until then, we need another lead on arms shipments—”

“Or worse,” said Nadia, “A high-profile target such as a politician or general, or a high-value materiel target like a plane or an armoured limousine.”

“My thought recently after counter-intelligence exposed the Polish general and had him removed from his position as commander of the European rapid reaction military unit, the Eurocorps. Whether he was working with the Russians is still unclear, yet he might have compromised a potential target for a sniper with a smuggled Alligator rifle.”

“Our priority then, so we need to liaise with my major soon.”

*

Vasy was oblivious to the critical discussion unfolding at Nadia’s end of the table.

But at her end, another problem was brewing.

“If the US Congress fails to release any more money, our political enemies may force us into an unfavourable peace treaty with Russia,” said Jane.

“And in the worst scenario it would cripple Ukraine,” added Aaron. “Russia would receive all the illegally annexed Oblasts, so the prime agricultural land and some once productive industries. They could even argue that more Eastern areas were predominantly Russian.”

“So, joining NATO might be forcibly denied by Russia to secure peace,” said Sergei. “I’d never trust Putin, although I  was born and bred there. Ukraine will be victorious. Slava Ukrayni.”

He raised his glass and the whole restaurant echoed the battle cry.

“Fortunately, that false peace won’t happen,” said Carita. “Tomorrow, Godmother Kalyna returns from Sweden, I believe with hope.”

“I always trust your optimism, goddaughter, even if I never know what you or your mother are scheming. But you always surprise me,”

Carita embraced Vasy and laughed. “This time I’ve no idea what they’ve been concocting. Tonight, I’ll just concentrate on my report on the Night Witches. Does anybody have any scoops? Might be worth your while.”

Aaron licked his lips. “Trouble is my lips are sealed.”

Anatol shook his head, then clutched his head.

“Don’t know which is worse, intoxicated cadets or desperate journalists?”

“We could reveal our secret innovation to the MiG-29’s radar,” said Mariyka, winking at Adriana.

**

Friday, April 19thDęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

As the dawn light washed over the main runway at the Academy, the two incoming Gripens were forced to abort their landing, as a flight of Alenia Aermacchi M-346 Master trainers slowly prepared for takeoff.

“Apologies Major Chayka. Cadets take precedence over visitors.”

The Gripens circled the base before all four trainers successfully lifted off.

“Notice anything unusual about those Gripens?” Vasy asked Adriana Pavlenko and Olha Tkachuk.

“They’re painted in our squadron colours,” replied Adriana. “So, we’ve been given two more.”

“They’re carrying more weapons?’ asked Olha.

“Right both of you, but has anyone noticed the crucial detail,” asked Vasy.

Everyone peered at the Gripens as they landed and taxied below them.

“They’re not Gripen Cs or Ds,” said Carita. “As I guessed Godmother Kalyna and my mother have persuaded SAAB to give us Gripen Es. But how? A touch of their magic?”

Vasy watched the two climb down from the jets, and then said, “Agreed. But we’ll learn more when they get up to the office.”

Major Kalyna Chayka led a slim blonde lady in. She was wearing the uniform of a Colonel in the Swedish Air Force.

“May I present Överste Alfhild Falkborg,” said Kalyna, “Without whose assistance I would never have persuaded SAAB to run their final combat trial in Ukraine of their Gripen E, the newest addition to the successful Gripen family.”

There was a buzz of excitement across the room, among the pilots and the three journalists.

“I better call all the ground crew up before all the inner workings are exposed,” said Mariyka Shevchuk. “Maybe even our core engineering cadets.”

Within ten minutes every space was filled by someone anxious to learn why the Night Witches were being honoured and trusted by SAAB to trial their baby in a war zone.

“Two weeks ago on April 5th,” said Kalyna,”I was tasked with going to Sweden to investigate how this squadron could adapt more easily to a dispersed strategy as pioneered there. Fortunately, Chayka Air has established a fruitful relationship with some key people, including this lady, Colonel Alfhild Falkborg of the Swedish Airforce, whose grandfather, Överstelöjtnant Alvar Ljungborg was flown out of the occupied Baltic countries in 1944 by the two sisters, who founded Chayka Air with their husbands.”

Kalyna stopped to let people register the history. Then she let Alfhild continue.

“Over the decades since that business was founded, my grandfather stayed in touch with the sisters, and eventually their granddaughters, as did I with all three of us flying fast jets. Then came SAAB, whom my grandfather and I work closely with.

“Fast forward to 2022 and the rebirth of the Night Witches. When we were asked to help secure Gripens, we managed to source eight Gripen Cs, although we wished it had been more. With the restrictions on NATO-designed jets operating in Ukraine, it became hard to do more than send one trainer jet, a simulation programme, and two trainers. However, the imminent arrival of F-16s made it imperative we do more.”

Kalyna stood up again beside her Swedish friend.  “As soon as I contacted Alfhild, she arranged a meeting for us with key SAAB personnel and Swedish Air Force decision-makers. It wasn’t easy persuading them to allow their prized Gripen E be combat-tested in a European war, where a Swedish test-pilot would be classed as an act-of-war.”

“Although,” added Alfhild. “I pointed out that we already had a Ukrainian squadron flying Gripen Cs, led by two former Majors in the Royal Canadian Air Force. However, before any Gripen E flies in Ukraine certain criteria must be met. First, SAAB’s senior test pilot and top trainer will bring a couple of two-seater Fs for training your best pilots. Second, the combat mission cannot happen before the first two F-16 squadrons are deployed. Third, the mission should involve every Gripen in the squadron, plus any additional craft that would secure the airspace. Any questions so far?”

“Impressive, Överste Alfhild Falkborg,” said a figure at the back of the room –  Makysym Bondarenko. “I’d be much happier if you were overseeing the operation.”

“Definitely, Maksym, it was one of my requests that everyone accepted. If you will permit me to work with you, the Majors and their flight leaders, plus anyone else essential, then we can plan an integrated combat mission that truly tests the new Gripen’s attributes. We know from the experiences of Swedish and Brazilian squadrons what the challenges are.”

“Now, unless there any crucial questions,” said Vasy. “Everyone else can return to your duties. We can meet again as usual in the Zvenigora at 2000 if you want.”

As ground crew, cadets, and the junior pilots left, the senior officers faced the expected press questions.

“I presume this is all embargoed, but until when?” asked Aaron. “I’m presuming intentional elements of the helicopter misdirection can be used while we wait.”

Vasy put an arm around his shoulders, but her words were meant for them all.

“The Night Witches is your primary story in that this squadron is unique in its history, its mission, and its multiple personalities. So there are many avenues to explore from helicopters to new strategies that provide features. Start with Nadia and helicopters, then build on her to create a rich tapestry.”

 “That’s what I did,” said Jane. “Now we have a following. There are so many great stories here. Yes, the Gripen E will be a big one as it gradually breaks, but we must report it cautiously without alerting the enemy.”

 Kalyna pointed through the window as the ground crew moved the new Gripens into the hangar where the others were.

“At first we need to be unclear as to what Gripens they are training on or what for. Then there is the when this happens. This will mean controlled releases for specific results, especially as we don’t yet know when the F-16s are coming.”

Carita Forsström listened to the discussion, but she had heard most of it from her mother already. She needed a different approach, maybe playing on the latest news story.

Her doodling trigger became

RECRUITS

“Trust my goddaughter to take the lateral tack. Although the latest changes to the mobilization laws will primarily affect troops on 600 miles long frontline, you’re wondering about the women—”

“Especially those wanting to get through aviation academies who might choose to join the Night Witches. Can you help me, Maksym? Okay, some may come from here, but I need to talk to those about to pass out of Kharkiv National Air Force University.”

“I can arrange that, although in the meantime there are some cadets here who want to become Witches. Kapitan Mariyka Shevchuk knows which ones as at least three are involved in the MiG-29 rebuild programme.”

**

Thursday, April 25th– Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

It was Carita Forsström’s last night in Poland before travelling overland to Kharkiv National Air Force University with Mariyka Shevchuk and her cadets. They were travelling in a group for company and safety and ostensibly to exchange ideas on best training methods. Major Vasy was joining them to promote the 2022 Night Witches as an all-female squadron with a proud history.

Vasy had already arranged a humanitarian convoy of vehicles through Chayka Air to deliver en route desperately needed equipment, supplies, medicines, drones, respirators, and anything advised by humanitarian bodies. Some of the equipment primarily drones would be used to identify suitable dispersed bases for Gripens, which could prove invaluable in the next stages of the war.

Normally without a war the journey would take around 14 hours, but they were prepared to take a week or longer with diversions and interruptions. Maksym was aiming to find them safe stopovers, but nothing was guaranteed.     

“From the vehicles parked in the base parking areas,” said Daria Jankowski. “I fear we’re going to present a tempting target to the enemy.”

“I hope someone like Major Chayka has realised that,” replied her fellow cadet, Maja Andrysiak. “We are probably going to need to travel in smaller groups… or with more protection.”

“Fighter escort,” suggested Mariyka Shevchuk, although she was preparing for the Monthly Movie Night.

Nadia rushed into the restaurant with her friends, Brajan Rudawski, Igor Dubicki and Aleks Górski and headed straight for the table under the ‘Battle for Sevastopol’ film poster. One oriental woman was waiting for her.

“Sorry, we’re a bit late. Guys, this is Captain Song Ji-Yeon, a Republic of Korea Army arms expert.”

Geralt Sówka arrived a few minutes later, and once everyone was introduced and                                     Geralt bowed to Song Ji-Yeon, she explained why she was there.

“Kapitan Lysenko has described the problem with the Snipex Alligator, so I have agreed to pose as an official buyer for the Republic of Korea Army as our K-12 needs replacing. And a visit XADO-Holding Ltd in Kharkiv would be an ideal way to investigate the factory, with my special forces bodyguard… as I believe you can pose as Ukrainian.”

Geralt bowed again. “I would be honoured to accompany you. A humanitarian convoy leaves this airbase tomorrow for Kharkiv so we could safely join that. Now the USA has approved the aid for Ukraine there will be a few military convoys to worry the Russians and draw their fire.”

Mariyka Shevchuk stood at the front of the restaurant and made an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please find your table and seat for tonight’s movie. If you haven’t ordered your drinks and food, you still have ten minutes before our showing of the 2015 joint Russian-Ukrainian production, ‘Battle for Sevastopol’ filmed in Russian but fortunately, we have a copy dubbed appropriately in Ukrainian. Note that this is the true story of legendary Ukrainian sniper, Lyudmila Pavlichenko in the Red Army.”

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

“That was a brave and tragic woman,” said Adriana Pavlenko. “Just losing one flight sister felt traumatic. Lyuba will haunt my memory.”

“I keep seeing her name, Sergeant Lyuba Stasiuk on the squadron Roll of Honour, and gets tears of sadness and pride,” said Taisia Kovalchuk.

“Then you remember Sable Flight’s calamitous two pilots and three ground crew dead in one incident,” said Adriana. “And they keep flying.”

“Like our brave troops at the front,” said Vasy. “Get some sleep sisters and face tomorrow determined as ever.”

She went and joined Nadia’s group planning their sniper strategy.

“Was the film a distraction or a focus?”

“A focus on how deadly a rifle in a determined fighter’s hands is,” said Nadia. “That’s why I’m so relieved Geralt is going with Song Ji-Yeon tomorrow… and in your convoy. A pity we can’t fly you all there.”

“Maybe safer this slow way like your tortoise,” said Song Ji-Yeon.

**

Friday, April 26thDęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Geralt couldn’t believe the size of the convoy leaving Dęblin and hoped they weren’t attracting too much attention. It had taken most of the morning to arrange the optimum order to have so many disparate vehicles. But there had to be reliable groups staggered among them – like his team.

At least Ji-Yeon beside him in the front of the M35 2½-ton cargo truck was relaxed, after hearing Vasy’s reassuring words about the military convoys being the prime targets not humanitarian ones like theirs. Plus, their trucks known as “Deuce and a Halfs” no longer had Canadian maple leaves on them, but were still reliably equipped. There were also six Red Cross ambulances travelling with the convoy.

Bombardier MLVW during a Canadian Forces army demonstration – Tyler Brenot

Beside them, the four MiG-29s of Blue Flight were preparing to leave for their three weeks of combat missions from Kalyniv airfield. Aleks Górski had already flown their ground crew to the base in the armoured Puszczyk helicopter, so their jets could be readied for their next mission.

For a short part of the journey, the convoy would sense they had a fighter escort above them.

*

Friday, April 26th – Kalyniv Airfield near the Polish border

“Scramble all flights” came the frantic message over all the station comms, as Kapitan Maryna Sobol and Sable Flight climbed into their MiG-29s.

Their four jets took off, promptly followed by the four Gold Flight planes, then the two flights of Sukhoi Su-27s stationed temporarily at Kalyniv.

“Follow Sukhoi 1 towards Lviv,” came a commanding voice. “Then Sukhoi 1 and Sable Flights are to intercept Russian cruise and hypersonic missiles launched at our energy facility near Stryi. Likewise, the Chervonohrad facility must be defended by Sukhoi 2 and Gold Flights.”

*

As Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko led Blue Flight into Kalyniv, she noted the airfield was on alert. Chief mechanic Anhelina Janda and the full ground crew were ready to refuel and rearm the MiGs for combat.

Anhelina pointed to the control tower, just as the base commander’s voice came over her comms.

“Everything is being scrambled following enemy attacks all over Ukraine. They might bring our training Flights over here at this rate.”

Adriana prepared herself for a long night.

*

Waiting just across the border as their convoy was slowly allowed through the farmers’ blockade, Vasy wondered if this could take many more hours.

Had it been a mistake to take so many vehicles to maximise the aid they were bringing to so many desperate people?

Were the farmers deliberately taking longer than necessary to search every vehicle?

Was information being fed to the Russians?

Suddenly there was a thunderous roar as a squadron of Polish F-35 Lightnings flew low along the border.

“That doesn’t seem normal procedure,” said Mariyka Shevchuk. “Not unless they’re on a night exercise.”

“I’ll call Kalyna on our scrambled line.”

*

All evening jets had been operational around Dęblin and the Witches had been on edge.

Finally, after Vasy rang, Kalyna had rung one of her senior Polish contacts.

“RSZ Operational Command says its aircraft are operational, so they’re warning people this could cause increased noise levels in the southeastern part of the country.”

“Exercises?” asked Kalyna.

“Not exactly. Aircraft from our air force and other NATO allies have been scrambled following Russian attacks on Ukraine. Hasn’t your Air Command alerted you?”

NATO/OTAN – Source converted by Imalipusram

“Not yet so I ought to ask them as we have some of our pilots still in Dęblin. Many thanks.”

A few minutes later, when Maksym rang she knew there were just enough pilots and MiG-29s for one flight.

“If you need us, sir, we can leave within the hour… or we can send our attack helicopter. Which helps more?”

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Slava Ukrayni

Freedom Flights: Episode 19 – Hidden Resource


As we pass mid-April, it’s time for another long episode of Freedom Flights. Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom.

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

Episode 19 – Hidden Resource

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Friday, April 5thDęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Palace in Dęblin
– Author
Dkamelio photo

Maksym Bondarenko waited for his coffee and an indication from one of the Chayka cousins as to why he had been requested to visit his favourite squadron away from Air Command West in Lviv.

Kalyna broke the silence. “We know all rumours should be ignored, but perhaps not this one. With limited F16s promised by our allies possibly by June, we’ve been calculating what happens next.  UAF could receive from 19 to 60 jets which gives 5 to15 flights.”

Vasy continued as a cadet brought in coffee. “That means only one to three squadrons will receive F-16s, presumably only the elite pilots training to fly the US jets. But not us Night Witches.”

Maksym sipped his coffee. “I’ll never lie to you, ladies. You are correct and even if you arranged some of the training here, that hasn’t swayed my superiors. I’m sorry. However, once NATO jets like F-16s are flying in Ukraine, we feel you are entitled to use your twelve CF-18A Hornets and eight Gripen Cs in their most effective role.” He stared at them both, then asked, “There’s something else, isn’t there?”

Kalyna smiled. “Astute as ever, Maksym. We heard some discussion of having to station the new F-16 squadrons further west. But how far west? Will our combat flights still use Kalyniv?”

Silence except for a nervous colonel sipping his coffee.

“All depends on which bases the Russians make unusable. They will attempt to force our F-16 pilots to fly further to reach their targets so have less time to be effective. As for Kalyniv, it’s one of our most westerly, yet you may have to reduce your flights there to perhaps one Hornet flight—”

“And explore regular dispersed operations with two Gripen flights,” added Vasy. “Along the lines of Sweden’s Cold War BAS90 system, although more suited to current requirements. Kalyna and I have discussed how we should prepare the squadron for that eventuality.”

Maksym seemed ready to interject, but Kalyna was faster.

“We realise the UAF survived the early stages of the war by swiftly putting into operation a dispersed and agile-based strategy, with aircraft and pilots kept rotating around a larger number of airfields in western Ukraine—”

Maksym nodded.

“Exactly, our jets never took off and landed at the same airfield in a single sortie. Our pilots had been training to use roads as temporary airstrips. But with F-16s we will struggle to do that again—”

“Although with Gripens and MiGs, even Hornets, the Witches could… especially if we prepared by identifying ideal displaced strips. First, though, I propose going to Sweden and talking to Chayka Air’s contacts who might have invaluable suggestions and could supply useful materiel from maintenance items to—”

“More Gripens,” added Vasy. “Meanwhile, our helicopter pilots could scout out suitable landing and takeoff strips with nearby forest cover to mask ground crew, equipment container, and support vehicles.”

“As this could take time, you have my authority to proceed,” said Maksym, draining his coffee. “Just keep me informed. Your heli-pilots will need clearance to scout some areas though.”

**

Tuesday, April 16th – Kalyniv Airfield near the Polish border

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

Nadia Lysenko, Aleks Górski, and Mariyka Shevchuk walked into the crowded bar at Kalyniv, having ensured their two helicopters were secured in a reinforced hanger. Four new squadron mechanics nervously followed them inside.

“Don’t worry,” said Mariyka. “This bar has no rank restrictions. Let’s find Blue Flight so you can explain the plan, Aleks… as you understand the ‘austere basing system’ best.”

Adriana Pavlenko, Blue leader, waved them to where pilots and ground crew were chatting having completed their three weeks of combat sorties.

“Great to see the ride home has arrived for our ace ‘grease monkeys’. When do you want to leave for Dęblin?” She hesitated, noting there were three pilots. “Or have the Majors got new orders for us as the flight rotation seems irregular?”

“Not exactly, although we have been preparing for a new strategy,” replied Nadia. “But I’ll let Aleks explain.”

“First, your ten days of combat rest has not been cancelled… just interrupted. Second, we need your assistance completing the first stage of our dispersed base recce. Nadia and I have identified the first definite site from which MiG-29s and Gripens could operate and then relocate to keep the enemy confused.”

Olha Tkachuk asked, “Do you mean a stretch of highway with a secure maintenance area, which no squadron has ever claimed or used?”

“Exactly. So, we need to run some test flights with MiG-29s with you landing your planes, and maneuvering so your ground crews can rearm you, run maintenance checks, refuel each jet, and then you can take off again. Is that clear?”  

“Except what equipment should we use?” asked one of the Blue Flight mechanics.

Aleks gestured for Mariyka to pick up the point.

“Our engineering group in Dęblin are still working on plans to develop a mobile response akin to Saab’s support devices for Gripens. For instance, we are building a transportable shipping container similar to the Gripen one we were sent… although this one will have everything for MiG-29s when finished in a few weeks.

“However, in one helicopter we brought a prototype winch for use with MiGs tomorrow. I’m here to monitor its effectiveness in a field trial akin to a real quick response. Aleks and Nadia, I’m sure you’ve more to add.”

Aleks gave the chief mechanic written instructions of where the dispersed site was, what equipment they should bring, and key vehicles like a small refueling truck and a fire tender, plus the time when they must be at the dispersed forest encampment.

“We’ll brief you Blue Flight pilots at 0800,” added Nadia. “We all leave at designated times to arrive in sequence. Mariyka and I will lead in the Eurocopter Tiger to ensure there are no unwelcome intruders. Aleks will bring our new mechanics to observe, learn and then return the vehicles here.”

“When the test flights are complete, I will fly back to Dęblin with those due combat rest and without aerial transport. Just remember until we are back in Poland, this is a war zone.”

 **

Wednesday, April 17th – Forest road near Zarichchya, Lviv Oblast, Ukraine

Nadia hovered over the forest as she and Mariyka scouted for unwelcome intruders, although they knew Blue Flight would be on full alert as they approached the designated landing strip.

The ground crew had already found the area which the advance recce by Nadia and Aleks had designated as best for fast maintenance. With the fuel truck backed into the layby, there was still enough room for a MiG-29 to be maneuvered off the highway, refuelled and rearmed while other system checks were being made.

Further back in the forest was an area for an encampment if the crew were to remain overnight or longer. Aleks had already landed the Puszczyk here to offload the new mechanics and their equipment.

Nadia settled the Tiger to one side but continued to monitor the communication traffic and surveil nearby activity.

Mariyka climbed out with the prototype winch and went to co-ordinate the turnaround of each jet.

“Blue One requesting permission to land.” came Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko’s request.

“Landing clear,” said Mariyka as a colleague directed the MiG down. The turnaround was smooth, efficient, and fast.

A MiG-29 Fulcrum takes off from Starokostiantyniv Air Base, Ukraine, Oct. 9 as part of the Clear Sky 2018 exercise. The exercise promotes regional stability and security, while strengthening partner capabilities and fostering trust. (U.S. Air National Guard photo by Tech. Sgt. Charles Vaughn)

Adriana was ready to take off in just over 12 minutes but taxied down the highway awaiting her Flight sisters… or orders to leave.

“Tiger to Blue One. Immediate takeoff. Intercept incoming missiles. Everyone take evasive action.”

Mariyka climbed into the Eurocopter as Nadia prepared for a steep climb out of the forest. They scanned the combat area noting Blue Flight was already destroying the swarm of incoming targets.

However, three had evaded the jets and were streaking towards the maintenance area. But pilot and gunner both launched a salvo of Mistral infrared-homing short-range missiles that obliterated the danger.

The debris fell short of all except some spare tyres. The fire tender crew leapt into swift action saving most of the spares.

The Chief Mechanic, Anhelina Janda ordered the highway cleared of any wreckage before the Flight could land. The maintenance area was readied for more jets.

Nadia hovered over the forest clearing scanning for another attack.

“Blue One to Tiger, no hostiles in the area we will return as before.”

Having landed in the clearing, Mariyka climbed out and ensured the ground crew were at their station, while Nadia continued to run all the scans.

“Blue Two beginning approach.”

Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk made a perfect landing, and the ground crew shaved some time off Blue One’s. This time Olha took off immediately and joined her leader circling the forest.

The final two pilots, Sergeant Taisia Kovalchuk and Cadet Halyna Boyka, soon joined them, as the ground crew kept improving their turnaround time.

“Tiger to Blue Flight. Thanks for the success of the test with its real war episode. You are free to return to Dęblin. We will have our debrief when Aleks, Mariyka and I return.”

“Good flying Tiger.”

As the MiG-29s headed back to Poland, Nadia joined the ace ground crew clearing the final signs of an effective trial.

“You did the squadron proud today, lady grease monkey troop,” said Mariyka and they all laughed, slapping each other on the back and hugging. “The core of Blue Flight’s ground crew is flying back to Dęblin, but the others will take the next trip, although you can take time off in Lviv. However, I think your Chief Mechanic, Anhelina Janda wants to say something before you head back to Kalyniv.”

“Another impressive display… troop,” said Anhelina. “But I know we can be faster. We will have to be if that attack was not a coincidence. In future, we need to ensure the fuel truck and the armaments are further apart even if that requires a swifter response. Any suggestions on optimal positioning are welcome.

“Please can the two regular members of the troop returning to Kalyniv ensure our new mechanics meet the other flights? Don’t forget your combat break in Dęblin will be the priority next time… thanks to our new gals. And you are entitled to go into Lviv. Safe journey everyone.”

*

Tiger in flight 2012. Author: Peng Chen     

Wednesday, April 17th Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

The night was descending on Poland by the time the two helicopters landed safely back in Dęblin.  

The four Blue Flight jets were being secured for the night with the help of cadets, but Anhelina’s troop climbed out of the Puszczyk to take over.

 Nadia was shutting down the Tiger to join the pilots when a fair-haired lanky man approached her.

“Awesome copter and stunning pilot,” he said in Ukrainian, but with a Polish accent, and she recognized him as the Academy’s helicopter instructor, Brajan Rudawski.

She smiled and then thanked him. “Have you flown in many?”

“Never but I know its specs and ability. I’ve seen you flying it and wondered…” He went red, hesitated… but eventually asked, “Is it hard to fly?”

She laughed. “The hardest one I ever mastered, especially in combat zones. Maybe when we’re both free, I can show you. However, now my colleagues and I have a debrief.”

“How about dinner later then, please?”

She glanced at her friends, then winked.

“Mariyka, can we get a late booking at the Zvenigora tonight?”

“Of course. Want to make it a double date with Sergei? Aleks as well?”

Brajan went redder, but asked, “Should I bring a friend then, or has she someone?”

“Not yet,” said Aleks in Polish as she approached from behind the Puszczyk. “Surprise me.”

“A booking for six people at nine, please,” said Mariyka into her phone.

*

The debrief with Major Vasy Chayka was intense due to the attack.

“How did the Russians know when and where to strike?” asked Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk. “That could have proved costly if they’d hit say the fuel truck refueling a crewed MiG.”

Nadia looked at Vasy hoping she had heard something, but it was her operation, so she made a suggestion.

“I suspect our recces were observed and there are still people with Russian allegiances reporting potential targets. A long-range enemy bomber with the means to detect a gathering of our size could have launched that attack safely inside Belarus. Fortunately, we had the firepower to shoot down every rocket and missile.”

Vasy shook her head. “But you were lucky and might not be next time.”

“Exactly,” said Nadia. “Next time we use three dispersed sites, set up in advance, dug in securely, camouflaged, and we only decide the ones used at short notice, even rotating the usage… much like you did in the opening days of the war.”

Everyone nodded and Adriana Pavlenko, Blue Leader said, “That makes more sense than blaming a fictitious spy in the squadron… which nobody has yet.”

“And my monkey troop will keep training,” added Chief Mechanic Anhelina. “Plus working with Mariyka’s engineers to devise better tools and gadgets to speed up the turnaround.

“While we are all here in Poland we can all train without the war raging around us,” said Aleks. “But don’t forget all those fighting every day.”

“I will send a report to Maksym at ACW as he may want other precautions put in place,”

*

Wednesday, April 17th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Mariyka welcomed Nadia and Aleks at the door of the restaurant and led them to their table. Their dates arrived late and nervous, but Sergei relaxed them by offering everyone complimentary drinks as he let his partner take over.

“My aunt Agnieszka is the owner and runs it with my sister Sabina and my partner Sergei’s help, I’m committed to the Engineering Project and test-flying refurbished planes.”

A young grinning waiter bounced up with the single-page menus, “And I’m Tomas. My mother and I worked with Mariyka’s mum in the sister restaurant in Lviv.” He choked on his tears adding, “Horribly, it was destroyed in a bombing raid which killed both our mums.”

Mariyka put an arm around the boy. “You are so brave. Please tell my aunt that I survived another secret op and my guests are here.”

When the tall woman with dark hair streaked white came out of the kitchen and embraced her, Mariyka introduced her aunt Agnieszka.

Nadia then presented, “Brajan Rudawski, who teaches the Academy cadets to fly helicopters, and you’ve met my friend and usual co-pilot Aleks Górski. Although today your niece took that role and learnt fast.”

“So, there’s hope for someone with my skills,” said Brajan and his friend chuckled. “Ignore Igor Dubicki, he’s jealous. Oh sorry, Aleks, this my colleague who knows everything about helis and more.”

Aleks smiled putting him at ease, so he talked.

“And I know the Eurocopter Tiger takes years to master, and crew new to the Tiger have to undergo substantial retraining due to the differences from older platforms. So well done Nadia and good luck Brajan.”

“True,” said Nadia, “But then my tutor said it is ‘the easiest-handling aircraft I have ever flown’. Though mastery under fire is tough.”

“Are you implying you’ve seen combat before coming here,” asked Brajan. “Where?”

Sergei pulled out Mariyka’s chair, saying, “Let’s sit and order before you answer that intriguing question.”

 The three couples sat and agreed to order, as recommended, a selection of Zvenigora’s best dishes to share.


Once their drinks arrived and they were waiting for the first courses, Brajan asked Nadia where she had seen combat and at what age.”

She took a shot of Pernod.

“For French courage, to suppress any demons. Anyway, my Witch sisters know the basics by now. French-Canadian mother, Canadian-Ukrainian father, moved to France when I was eight. My father taught me to fly, and I enlisted aged 17 in the French Air and Space Force. At 26 I was flying helicopters in the 4e  Régiment d’Hélicoptères des Forces Spéciales, primarily attached to the13éme Bataillon de Chasseurs Alpins.”

“Special Forces sounds intense,” said Igor, “Flying low and under fire.”

“Low-level flying a Eurocopter Cougar to get the troops in and out, in places like Afghanistan in 2011 aged 25, some of us flying the Tiger to harass and defend.”

Igor seemed suitably impressed, but he turned his attention to Aleks.

“You’re Polish by your family name Górski? Weren’t you a cadet here, probably when I was… but before Brajan was the hel-instructor. Did you graduate as a pilot… flying helicopters or jets?”

Aleks grinned. “Initially, I wondered about being military transport crew until I flew in an F-16, so that’s what I flew most in the PAF. although the dream is now a Gripen E, although the Witches only have Cs.”

The conversation eased as drinking and then eating took over. Even secretive comments were exchanged. A relaxed mood settled over them as they discussed their favourite dishes, although the sweet debate was postponed.

Then Brajan went serious, asking, “But why are Nadia and Aleks both flying helis in a fighter squadron?”

“My call,” admitted Nadia. “I joined with a mission requiring them, but they’re going to have other uses, But the priority has to be stopping all the aerial attacks—”

“Like on Friday, April 5th the senseless Russian missile strike that totally destroyed the offices of humanitarian organisation Médecins Sans Frontières in the Ukrainian-held town of Pokrovsk,” said Aleks. “They’ve been forced to suspend their medical humanitarian activities in Donetsk Oblast temporarily, except supporting emergency care and ambulance referral services.”

“And that kind of devastation happens every day throughout Ukraine,” said Sergei. “And the flow of Patriot missiles to defend the cities has become a trickle. That’s why every pilot is essential. But I can’t say what jet is best, or if a flying Tiger pounces best… sorry ladies.”    

Brajan and Igor whispered together. Then Igor held up his hand for silence.

“After we order the sweet finale to an amazing meal, I have a proposal before we debate culinary choices.”

The dessert order was another sharing. But first Igor had a suggestion.

“I’ve discovered that the Puszczyk is used primarily for ferrying ground crew between bases, but out of a crew of six, two always remain, although taking turns. What happens if one of the ground crew learns to fly?”

“One person gets lonely and steals a vehicle,” said Aleks. “And I become redundant.”

“No,” said Brajan. “You become Nadia’s indispensable co-pilot in the integral Tiger. Both of you perfect your skills in the Gripen. Igor and I help you train Puszczyk pilots, and with Mariyka’s ace engineering team we built a co-pilot’s chair and basic armaments for one helicopter needing love… like all of us.”

All they could do was cheer and kiss.

Gradually the meal drew to a satisfied conclusion with Agnieszka reminding everyone about Zvenigora’s next movie night on Thursday April 25th, screening the 2015 film Battle of Sevastopol’ in Ukrainiian.

When it came to paying for the wonderful meal, all agreed to split the bill evenly, despite Brajan trying to insist he’d invited everyone so he should treat them all.

“However, I chose the restaurant,” said Nadia. “So, under Witches rules I must pay a forfeit. Which has to be what you first wanted. Originally Brajan, you asked, ‘Is it hard to fly?’ meaning the Tiger. You meant to ask, ‘Can you show me how easy it is to fly? Correct.”

Brajan went redder than ever before, saying, “It was a stupid challenge admittedly.”

“Then be geared up for the flight of your life at sunrise tomorrow by the Tigress. Spectators welcome.”

*

Thursday, April 18th Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

The first shafts of sunlight filtered through the trees beyond the end of Dęblin’s runway as Brajan walked out to the Eurocopter Tiger HAP, around which a crowd of well-wishers, curious Academy staff and cadets, spellbound Witches, and desperate press.

The first mike was thrust in his face, followed by two more.

“Is this stunt promoting the Academy’s commitment to Ukraine?”

“Will you be teaching this young woman pilot how to perform full loops and negative g manoeuvres?”

“Is the Academy acquiring one of these beasts?”

Fortunately, one of his senior Academy officials stepped alongside him saying, “All your questions will be addressed at the press conference after the demo flight.”

As he was assisted to the Tiger, Nadia said, “I hope this doesn’t get out of hand.”

“As do I. This was meant to be a friend showing me her craft… nothing more.”

And definitely not performing full loops and negative g maneuvers. Somebody was playing a prank. One of his students?

“I don’t know how so many came, even if I said ‘spectators welcome’. Let’s hope the major can turn this around… after we give them a spectacular show. First though, a quick tour of the Tiger before I ask you to take over the rear co-pilot/gunner station. I’ll pilot from the forward position.”

Noting the sophisticated equipment including the avionics, Brajan realized why the Tiger required substantial retraining, but he was glad to have a great teacher in Nadia and that he had absorbed so much as a trainer over the years.

However, knowing they’d be facing a press conference before this was over and having had some sample questions thrown at him, he was already dreading his impending fate. And if he told the truth would the press believe him? What would the one person who really mattered think?

Nadia.

“Brajan, prepare for take-off. Tell the control tower when we are ready to make a simple pass down the runway. Then prepare for some fancy flying. Just ensure that the air space is clear for an eight-minute demonstration of this bird’s abilities.”

He mentally prepared for loop and g manouveres, knowing he was in expert hands. Hands that made them seem normal, as they did flying upside down or demonstrating low level sweeps over the base, before one final climb into a barrel roll.

Eurocopter Tiger Air Display at ILA Berlin Air Show 2012 (full HD) by Soltau Cruiser patreon.com/soltaucruiser

“Your turn Brajan to close the demo in your own style, and then land. “

He chose his trademark climb, spin, then dive to 17ft above the ground, hover, nose dip bow, a fuselage turn 90 degrees, and nose dip bow. Then repeat at all four compass points before touching down. Simple but a crowd-pleaser.

Engines and rotors cut, then they climbed out to resounding applause.

Grasping each other’s shoulders they were led into a lecture hall that had been set up for a press conference with chairs for four speakers: Brajan Rudawski, Nadia Lysenko, Major Vasy Chayka, and the Academy’s Deputy Commandant, who spoke first.

“First, I must say the School of Eagles is proud to be able to provide one of Ukraine’s finest squadrons the 2022 Night Witches a safe haven to train on NATO’s best fighters as well as use our engineering facilities to rebuild and modify their MiG-29s whilst training our cadets… many of whom are here with their senior trainer, Master Engineer Krakarth.

“Second, I can answer a question put to one pilot and say ‘no’ this is not a stunt promoting the Academy’s commitment to Ukraine. Because our actions are our commitment. I suggest you now talk to the three others beside me. They are Major Vasy Chayka and Kapitan Nadia Lysenko of the Night Witches, and the Academy’s Senior Helicopter Instructor, Brajan Rudawski. First question over there, please?”

“Aaron Garcia from Vuelo del águila, ‘Brajan Rudawski, did you teach this young woman pilot how to perform full loops and negative g manoeuvres?’ If that isn’t confidential.”

Brajan glanced at Nadia who winked back.

“Let’s say I inspired her. What do you think? Can women fly in combat? Of course, ask the lady who she is and be surprised.”

Aaron defiantly asked, “What combat experience do you bring to this squadron please, Kapitan Lysenko? Are you Ukrainian?

Nadia took a microphone. “Apologies if this is lengthy as some have heard this already. At least now everybody can read or hear the truth.

“First, I’m Kapitan Nadia Lysenko of the 2022 Night Witches Squadron. Although my mother is French-Canadian and my father is Canadian-Ukrainian, we have lived in France, since I was eight. But now I’m Ukrainian and always will be.

“Second, do I bring any combat experience to the Witches? Not as much as the Major, but some. I flew with the  4e Régiment d’Hélicoptères des Forces Spéciales, primarily attached to the13éme Bataillon de Chasseurs Alpins and saw action low-level flying a Eurocopter Cougar to get the troops in and out, in places, sometimes flying the Tiger to harass and defend, like Afghanistan in 2011. Also the 2nd Ivorian Civil War in 2011 and seven years later in northern Mali flying Eurocopter Tigers and Eurocopter Cougars.”

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KAPISA PROVINCE, Afghanistan – A French Army AH Tigre helicopter takes off and heads out to participate in a joint U.S. and French live fire helicopter exercise at Forward Operating Base Morales-Frazier Jan. 23. The exercise consisted of a pre-mission brief, walk around of aerial assets, and live-fire practice on the FOB’s Blue Max range. Pilots and combat ground controllers took the opportunity to practice communication between the two forces. (Photo by U.S. Air Force Staff Sgt. Kyle Brasier, Kapisa Provincial Reconstruction Team Public Affairs) – Author DVIDSH

The Deputy Commandant thanked Nadia for the clarifying answer and then invited another questioner.

“Jane Wetherby from Chayka News Network. First, greetings from Canada and the UK. I’m wondering Major why a squadron of unique female pilots needs two helicopters when they are recruiting female jet pilots and training them on F-16s and Gripens?”

Kalyna gladly addressed the British journalist who helped the squadron promote itself abroad.

“Both helicopters fulfill different functions. The Puszczyk provides us with a fast means to ferry our ground crews to the various bases from which our flights operate. The Tiger as a powerful and stealthy attack helicopter provides our flights not only extra firepower, but considerable communication, jamming and surveillance capabilities, battlefield management and map display systems, which allows the two-woman crew to manage our attacks, Yesterday, in a covert operation, jets, helicopters, and ground crew stymied an enemy attack.

”Furthermore, our two heli-pilots are both fast jet pilots. Kapitan Aleks Górski flew F-16s in the Polish Air Force and Nadia Lysenko as a Lieutenant trained to fly fourth-generation fighters, primarily Dassault Rafales in the French Forces.”

The deputy commandant looked at Jane Weatherby hoping her questions were answered, but fearing the one question the Academy dreaded. He prayed for salvation in any form.

A young Nordic blonde attracted his attention with her killer business suit and slim briefcase.

“Carita Forsström from Swedish Aero News, a question to Brajan Rudawski, ‘With so many competitive and powerful helicopters on the market is the Academy considering acquiring one of these exquisite crafts after that awesome demonstration?”

Brajan noted the deputy shaking his head, so knew the answer. “Given the craft we already operate, cadets can glean the necessary skills and aptitude to proceed onto more demanding craft. However, the presence of the Night Witches here at Dęblin has already provided some invaluable lessons. We have already instigated a helicopter programe that will be invaluable, and I am sure that Kapitan Nadia Lysenko will show a few advanced students some of the extraordinary abilities of the Eurocopter Tiger HAP.”

The Deputy Commandant thanked Nadia and all the Night Witches for their contribution, plus all his staff.

Then Major Vasy Chaka reciprocated his kind words and closed the press conference. Furthermore, she invited the panel up to her office, plus the three journalists, Aaron Garcia, Jane Wetherby, and Carita Forsström.

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