Freedom Flights: Episode 44. Trying Times. Part 1. Conception.

Episode 44 of Freedom Flights is set in April 2025 and will be released in multiple parts, as I create them. Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in the next part.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just the crucial RL incidents in a specific month, so I hope to reach the present quickly, as well as the character development. 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, thus addressing the essential rebuilding. I intend to finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air, but that will be posted elsewhere.

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 unexpected interruptions. 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 44. Trying Times. Part 1. Conception.

2025

Tuesday, April 1st – Medical Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Doctor Sacha Proulx wasn’t sure whether Conchita Gutiérrez had serious concerns or realised what date it was. Sacha knew Spain didn’t treat this as a day for jokes, as many did. It might be Poisson d’Avril, or April Fools’ Day, but Sacha must remain professional.

“How long have you been exhausted? Is it affecting your flying?”

“For a week, but not while flying, otherwise I’d have mentioned it sooner.”

“Anything else I should know?”

Conchita hesitated before answering.

“The nausea over the weekend might have been from celebrating. So, could tender breasts… from too much fondling. My period is late, but stress has caused that.”

“A pregnancy test should resolve your concerns.”

*

“Congratulations, Conchita. You’re pregnant.”

The jubilant mother embraced Sacha.

“Aaron will be pleased and want to celebrate. Although I suspect alcohol is now off for me.”

“Correct. And I’m afraid I must ground you during the first trimester due to the increased risk of miscarriage. But as a helicopter pilot, you should be fine after that. I’ll inform the squadron commanders.”

“Understood. I’m sure you’re relieved I didn’t stick a paper fish to your back.”

Sacha laughed.

“I suspect someone will make me a Poisson d’Avril.”

**

Front view of an A-10 Thunderbolt II (Warthog) showcasing the 30mm forward cannon and offset front landing gear. 14 September 2009. Source: Own work (Original text: I created this work entirely by myself.) Author: Steelerdon 

Friday, April 4th Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Capitaine Aline Bonheur landed Sierra, the NH90 TTH Caïman, beside a storage hangar, letting her four passengers disembark.

Kalyna & Vasy Chayka led their colleagues inside, where Commandant Raphaëlle Balode greeted them.

“We’ve arranged the equipment from Canada by type, like drones, spares, and medical. That way, you can plan your strategies. We’ve removed anything allotted here, and on Tuesday, Kapitan Mariyka Shevchuk collected what was needed to advance drone research at Chayka Field.” She paused, then added, “Mariyka left some material for later.”

Raphaëlle led them back outside.

“We have prepared Sierra for whatever needs to get to base,” said Lieutenant Cecilija Lusk. “Leaving space for returning passengers.”

“Excellent,” said Vasy. “Start with our medical supplies and ammunition.”

Walking across the airfield, Major Lidka Andrysiak and Captain Natalie Kuzmenko met them, and Kalyna greeted the Americans.

“We were intrigued when Aliona outlined your plan… as was our UAF supervisor, Colonel Maksym Bondarenko.” She pointed to where two figures were inspecting the Warthog.

“A mean-looking machine,” said Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth. “Maksym was telling me about its fearsome reputation. Did one of you ladies fly this?”

“Lidka was our Hog-flying Killer Queen in Afghanistan,” said Natalie proudly. “I only flew F-16s—”

“In combat,” added Lidka. “You provided crucial close air support to ground forces… my Winged Consort.”

“So, you both fought in Afghanistan,” said Maksym. “Many thanks for training some of our pilots on F-16s in 2023. Someday, I’d like to hear how you acquired this A-10A Thunderbolt II, but now, tell us how you plan to prove its value to us.”

“Access to a Sukhoi Su-25 would help,” said Lidka. “That’s what you and the Russians used for close air support, until too many were shot down. Is the A-10 so vulnerable? Comparing the two airframes would be our starting point.”

Maksym nodded and thought the question through for some minutes.

Ukrainian Air Force Sukhoi Su-25 in 2023. Date: 23 March 2023. Source https://armyinform.com.ua/2023/03/23/nashi-su-25-zlitayut-byty-voroga-za-licheni-hvylyny/  Author: Олександр Шульман

“We don’t have many Sukhoi Su-25s. They’re being modified to launch French-made Hammer glide bombs at Russian targets.” Maksym glanced at the Master Engineer. “However, some Frogfoots still need repairs and modifications. Anatol informs me that your engineers and his best students could do that.”

“We already refurbish MiG-29s,” added Anatol. “We understand Russian technology, so we’ll adapt.”

“If we’ve an airworthy but unmodified Su-25, have you a pilot to fly it here?” asked Maksym. “It would save time.”

“I flew a USAF Frogfoot in adversary training exercises,” said Natalie. “Once I contrived the chance.”

“Your forward planning saved me from volunteering,” said Capitaine Dasha Isakova. “I’ve only flown one in a simulator—”

“And the Su-30SM with me,” added Kapitan Nadia Lysenko. “But out of desperation to escape from Russia.”

Natalie and Lidka chuckled.

“A tale worth hearing,” said Vasy. “I suggest we discuss the details of the Warthog-Frogfoot Trial upstairs.”

*

Once upstairs in the Witches’ office, Lidka projected a list of steps in the Warthog-Frogfoot Trial onto the screen.

“Some of these stages are interchangeable,” said Natalie. “For instance, we can start testing the A-10 and making modifications based on conditions along the frontline.”

“I know how much damage the Hog can take,” added Lidka. “But I’d like to study anything showing what Frogfoots are facing before they’re downed. Can we replicate that here at Dęblin without destroying the Hog?”

“Or my partner,” said Natalie, protective arm around Lidka. “She’s precious to me and crucial to the trial.”

“Absolutely,” said Dasha. “Love is more precious than airframes. Although we need both. There must be the expertise here to design suitable challenges.”

Everyone nodded, then looked at Anatol.

“Certainly, there is the know-how between my department and your maintenance crews.” He glanced at Maksym, who was on his tablet. “Especially if we learn from downed Su-25s.”

When Maksym put the device down, Kalyna asked, “Do you have some news?”

“My colleagues have a suitable Su-25, whenever Natalie can collect it. Details are being sent here encrypted, plus the modification specifications. The UAF has gathered information on Frogfoot vulnerabilities and will supply those .”

“When received, I’ll make arrangements to collect the plane,” replied Natalie. “But first, I need to learn how to escape from enemy territory.”

“In exchange for first learning how a Warthog escaped from USAF territory,” replied Nadia. “After that, you’ll have heard where the Frogfoot is, so you can come to Ukraine with us.”

Natalie kissed Lidka.

“Let’s start in Afghanistan, where we met in 2012 and fell in love,” said Lidka. “I’d flown Hogs for six years by then.”

An A-10 Thunderbolt II, assigned to the 74th Fighter Squadron, Moody Air Force Base, GA, returns to mission after receiving fuel from a KC-135 Stratotanker, 340th Expeditionary Air Refueling Squadron, over the skies of Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom, May 8, 2011. (U.S. Air Force photo/Master Sgt. William Greer) Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/usairforce/5711148476/in/photostream/

“I was only posted there for 2012, flying F-16s with the Arizona Air National Guard,” said Natalie. “But we fell for each other immediately and managed to be assigned together to the 162nd Wing training pilots on F-16C and Ds until we left.”

 “How long after you were both here training our pilots did you leave?” asked Maksym. “What caused that?”

“Politics,” replied Lidka. “Although we resigned from the USAF on February 1st this year, we knew we would once Donald Trump was re-elected last November.”

“Because of Trump’s attitude on military DEI programs?” asked Dasha.

“Exactly. That was when we conceived our plan,” answered Natalie. “Being aware of the arguments for and against A-10s in Ukraine, plus the losses of Sukhoi Su-25s on both sides. Yet we felt something could be learnt by comparing them side by side. Step one, I learnt how to fly a Frogfoot in DACT.

“Afghanistan and Iraq weren’t similar to the war over here,” said Lidka. “Step two was harder… persuading the USAF to allow an A-10 to escape the Boneyard, for a comparison on NATO territory with a Su-25. Fortunately, the arrangements were finalised before Trump’s executive order targeting military DEI programs.”

“So, when you resigned a few days later, this A-10 was heading for Canada,” said Vasy. “And you arrived at Cold Lake, having forewarned Chayka Air. Was my niece Aliona involved last year?”

“Only when the Boneyard arrangements were set in titanium. Chayka Air has secure credentials due to your CAF connection,” responded Natalie.

Raphaëlle handed Natalie an unencrypted message, which Tayanita Brave Beaver had decoded.

“I must fetch the Sukhoi Su-25 from Myrhorod Air Base, near Poltava.”

“We know it well,” said Dasha. “I landed there when Nadia and I escaped from Russia. Fly back to Chayka Field with us in Sierra, and someone can fly you there.”

“Only after we’ve eaten, while Nadia tells her tale,” said Natalie.

**

Tuesday, April 8th – Medical Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Sacha Proulx reviewed her notes on general squadron health. She’d overlooked one area until she tested Conchita.  Nothing contagious, but it could ground a flight or two if she didn’t warn them.

***

MPA – 1,330 words

**

No Fooling: The History of April Fool’s Day and Poisson d’Avril: https://www.thenotsoinnocentsabroad.com/blog/no-fooling-history-of-april-fools-day-and-poisson-davril

**

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

Freedom Flights: Episode 43. Disarming Attachments. Part 3.

This final part of Episode 43 of Freedom Flights is set in March 2025. I released it in three parts, which I hope proves easier to absorb. World-shattering events may occur in future episodes. Some events foreshadowed in Parts 1, 2  3 of this triple-episode may take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in Episode 44.

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

Episode 43. Disarming Attachments. Part 3.

2025

Thursday, March 27th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Mikoyan MiG-29UB Fulcrum-B. airvectors.net

As the flights returned from the night’s sorties, Kalyna and Vasy sat in Control anxiously counting them back.

“How many are still missing?” asked Vasy, watching the dawn light spread across the airfield.

“Too early to say. Also, some may have landed elsewhere, so they’ll let us know,” replied Kalyna. “This was another heavy Russian attack… 86 drones overnight. Let’s pray the strategic consignment from Cold Lake produces an effective response.”

“Especially since the attacks are growing in intensity and more widespread. We can’t cope with more losses, yet it seems inevitable.”

“But not before tomorrow’s celebrations.”

**

 Friday, March 28th  – Saint Peter & Paul Cathedral, Kafedralna Street, Lutsk, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

St. Peter and Paul Cathedral, Lutsk 2008: kotykS

The four couples, the brides with fresh flowers in their hair, gathered near the altar for the crucial stage of the marriage ceremony: the exchange of vows.

The Catholic and Orthodox Bishops had agreed on a format with the couples. Although Conchita Gutiérrez & Aaron Garcia were both Catholic, they embraced Ukrainian traditions happily and were the first couple to make their vows.

Conchita stepped onto an embroidered red cloth, followed by Aaron. Both received candles, and the Catholic Bishop joined their right hands after some prayers.

He then recited, “O’ Sovereign Lord, stretch forth Your hand from Your holy dwelling place and join together Your servant, Aaron, and Your handmaiden, Conchita, for by You is a wife joined to her husband. Join them together in oneness of mind; crown them with wedlock into one flesh; grant to them the fruit of the womb and the gain of well-favoured children.”

Then, Adelita Palomo crowned the couple, as the Bishop said, “The servant of God is crowned for the handmaiden of God in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” Conchita, Aaron, Adelita, and the Bishop circled the altar three times, the crowns being exchanged by the couple on each circuit.

The Orthodox Bishop then conducted a similar ceremony uniting Ruslan Medved & Albina Koval, with Tamila Medved crowning them. Then, the Catholic Bishop united Marielle Simonova & Andriy Oliynyk, with Fedir Kravets crowning them, before Dasha Isakova & Mykhail Moroz were married by the Orthodox Prelate and crowned by Polina Moroz.

Prayers, readings, and hymns brought the ceremony to a fitting climax in the Classicist-style building.

Outside, by agreement, the brides tossed numerous good luck nosegays to the guests and traditional bouquets.

As the guests mingled with each other, some were unfamiliar with Ukrainian wedding customs, so they inquired.

“The fabric the couple stepped onto for their vows, does it mean anything, especially as all four brides stepped on first?” asked Henrika Visser. “Presumably, the crowns are also symbolic.”

With plenty of Ukrainians among the guests, she was quickly answered.

“The ‘rushnyk’ is symbolic of prosperity,” said Marusya Dudziarz, “and not having to face poverty by ‘standing on the bare floor’. The person who steps on the rushnyk first has the final say in married life. Most grooms let their bride become the head of the family.”

“Crowns are placed on both their heads to symbolise becoming rulers of their new ‘kingdom’. Traditionally, there are other elements involving home and family,” added Anzhela Havrylyuk, clutching a bouquet and her partner, Larisa Kovalyov. “I’m sure the reception back at base will involve more traditions.”

Russian-Orthodox Wedding in the Church of ss. Cyril and Methodius in Prague, Czechia. 29 January 2011. Own work. VitVit.

*

Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

As the Base Commanders, Kalyna and Vasy Chayka received the wedding guests at the reception in the Zvenigora. Today, they were stand-in parents as few families could make the event during the war.

One of the few, Illya Medved, had been able to fly in from Myrhorod Air Base, bringing Lukyan Petrenko, leader of the unit Ruslan Medved and Albina Koval served with.

“I’m honoured to witness the union of two of our finest soldiers,” said Lukyan, waving the couple over. “Especially for  Albina, whose parents were killed in 2022, leaving the unit as her only family… until today.”

Illya smiled, then embraced the couple and his daughter Tamila.

“May I make the first toast, please?” When the group all nodded, Illya faced everyone, raising his voice. “Please drink to four brave couples, including my new daughter, Albina and my son, Ruslan. May they have a blessed life. Never forget all our valiant fighters, like my daughter Tamila and the Night Witches. Hirko.”

All eight newlyweds kissed as everyone drank.

 Polina Moroz made the next toast.

“On behalf of my sisters, I thank all the gallant warriors on the ground, like my brother Mykhail. Wish him, my new sister Dasha, and the other fearless couples, a fruitful union with a rich legacy. Hirko.

Again, the couples kissed, and more drinks were downed.

Before someone else proposed a toast, Dasha moved beside Nadia Lysenko.

“You caught a bouquet. Can we look forward to your wedding?”

“Of course… once I persuade Brajan. Now, enjoy today… and tonight with Mykhail.”

More toasts, more kissing, more drinking.

After refilling glasses, Mariyka Shevchuk and Sergei Kovalyov disappeared, returning with a large five-tiered Ukrainian wedding cake. They placed it on an embroidered tablecloth, raised above the other delicacies already being devoured, and beside the Western-style cake.

Korovai and Western wedding cake sat side by side at my cousin’s wedding reception. By: Oksana & Max St John. https://drinkteatravel.com/traditions-ukrainian-wedding/

All the Ukrainians knew what this special cake was, but a few guests were mystified.

“Exquisite decorations, but what is it?” asked  Jeong Chae-Yeong.

“Korovai,” replied her co-pilot, Raisa Vezzoso. “Intricately woven bread made of milk, sugar, flour, butter, eggs, vanilla, plus in this one, rum extract. As few family members were available, some of the squadron, as the community, made it this week, to bless the four marriages.”

“In Russia, we have a similar tradition,” added Sergei, letting Mariyka continue. “The dough decorations are symbolic. The two birds, here eight, represent the four couples, and the other birds represent family and friends. Periwinkles, a symbol of love and purity, encircle the Korovai, which was blessed before we baked it. The top four tiers are for the couples and their immediate families. But the rest of us will share the pidoshva, the lower tier.”

First though, the four couples approached and cut the other cake. As that was distributed, Jane Wetherby made a toast.

“None of us, least of all Conchita, thought Aaron Garcia could be brought to heel. But it’s happened, though it won’t stop him from writing. I wish them both a productive life, and the very same hope for the other three couples. Hirko.”

As everyone drank and the newlyweds kissed again, the folk band played, and guests began dancing.

Jacinta hugged her brother.

“Guess I no longer need to cover for you. That’s Conchita’s privilege.”

Carita Forsström turned to Conchita.

“When he’s on assignment, we’ll aim to be there, so he behaves.”

“Or beware the wrath of two rotary-wing pilots,” said Adelita Palomo.

By the entrance, Marielle Simonova and Andriy Oliynyk were talking about current deployments with Kalyna, Vasy, and Éliane Nowicki.

“Has it been a quiet day so far?” asked Éliane. “Most of the squadron seems to be here.”

“Except for the ground crew and security,” replied Kalyna. “Plus, the six fighters that just returned, the flight that left, and the one on standby.”

“But a Ukrainian wedding reception lasts days,” added Vasy. “Everyone will get to celebrate and fly… when sober.”

As another toast was made, Fedir Kravets appeared with Nilda Silveira on one arm and her twin, Leandra  Silveira, on the other.

“That confirms what we thought,” said Marielle. “Two lucky ladies, or one ambitious best man who is clutching a bouquet. But who for?”

Before Fedir could respond, Adriana Pavlenko and her flight sisters joined the celebrations.

“In true Slavic style, this wedding reception should last for days.”

“As it should,” said Estera Sówka. “It does in Poland. Can some of the off-duty Night Owls please relax here?”

“Of course,” said Vasy. “Without security and others, we wouldn’t be secure. Tell anyone else who’s off duty to come.”

Estera and Aitana Salcedo slipped in, followed by Katiuska Meléndez with Treka, her red & white Siberian Husky.

When Estera returned with two plates of food, Vasy stared for a second, then grinned.

“Of course. You and Aslög are minding the MSHORAD system together. Wish your lady good appetite and health.”

More toasts with Hirko echoed across the restaurant, and Aitana whispered to Katiuska.

“What does Hirko mean?”

“Bitter,” said Andriy from nearby after he smooched Marielle. “If something is ‘bitter,’ kissing will sweeten it, so the bride & groom must kiss. But we’re sneaking off to enjoy much more in private.”

**

Monday, March 31stDęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Night crept in, and the runway lights switched on when the request to land came from the expected flight.

“Dęblin Tower. Chayka One-Eight-Six-Two-Quebec is six miles south for landing with information Echo. Request full stop.”

Commandant Raphaëlle Balode and Captain Lyana Rudenko climbed down from the control tower to meet the Canadian plane.

“That’s their Hercules,” said Lyana, peering across the tarmac. “Hope they’re not expecting a fast turnaround.”

“Aliona implied the crew of five were staying overnight to assist,” said Raphaëlle. “That implies substantial hardware.” She pointed to the distant horizon, where the plane had appeared. “You’re correct, it’s Chayka Air’s C-130.”

The plane was directed towards a storage hangar, which some ground crew opened.

Once the Hercules was positioned for unloading,  the rear ramp was opened.

 One of the pilots climbed down and approached Raphaëlle and Lyana, who introduced themselves.

“I’m Captain Natalie Kuzmenko,” said the pilot, clearly American by her accent. “My colleague, Major Lidka Andrysiak, is following in the second plane.”

 A distinctive buzzsaw sound heralded the arrival of an unexpected jet… a Warthog. The A-10A Thunderbolt II landed with runway to spare and taxied towards the stunned Witches.

An A-10C Warthog pilot from the 163rd Fighter Squadron at the 122nd Fighter Wing in Fort Wayne, Ind., taxis across the flight line after completing a training mission, July 14, 2015, at the Indiana Air National Guard Base, Fort Wayne, Ind. (Air National Guard photo by Staff Sgt. William Hopper)

The pilot climbed out, carrying her helmet, and came towards them. Her haircut matched the Warthog’s sound, and she embraced Natalie after introducing herself.

“We didn’t expect Aliona to send two planes,” said Raphaëlle.

“Let’s chat in the Zvenigora,” said Lidka. “Before you ask, yes, we were here in 2023 training pilots on the F-16… before we left the USAF.”

***

MPA – 1,691 words

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

Freedom Flights: Episode 43. Disarming Attachments. Part 2.

Episode 43 of Freedom Flights is set in March 2025 and is released in three parts, which I hope proves easier to absorb. World-shattering events may occur in future episodes. Some events foreshadowed in Parts 1, 2  3 of this triple-episode may take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in Episode 44.

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

Episode 43. Disarming Attachments. Part 2.

2025

Sunday, March 16th – Environs of Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Capitana Tamya Echeverría and her twin sister Teniente Killa Echeverría landed their IAI Kfir C.12s and taxied towards the students from the Polish Air Force University. Once they alighted from their jets and the maintainers started their post-flight checks, Tamya and Killa approached the group.

“That was an instructive display,” said the University’s senior Fast Jet trainer, Illya Borysov. “That was the first time any of us had seen an IAI Kfir flying… well, except for when you leave or return each day. How do they perform against other airframes in your squadron?”

Killa looked at her sister, then let her answer.

Colombian Air Force Kfirs fly over Colombia during Exercise Relampago VI, July 26, 2021. Relampago VI is a combined Colombian and U.S. exercise taking place in the U.S. Southern Command (SOUTHCOM) theatre. (U.S. Air Force photo by Senior Airman Duncan C. Bevan)

“So far, we’ve only faced the squadron’s NATO fighters, though we were matched against F-16s in US-organised exercises in Colombia. Overall, these Kfir-12s have proved surprisingly manoeuvrable, mainly in terms of speed and acceleration, especially climbing. But we struggle in lengthy dogfights with a lot of turning, causing energy bleed. The Mirages have similar problems as they too have delta wings.”

Illya invited the students to ask questions, and one girl went first.

“If the Kfir can climb fast, does that allow the pilot to get into position quickly?”

“Yes, Kfir pilots can target an enemy for a quick attack with that high-speed performance. But we’re vulnerable to later-generation aircraft with superior energy retention and manoeuvrability. We’ve learnt to use our speed to disengage or reposition our Kfirs. Sometimes it can be wiser to climb out of a fight—”

“Although then we usually launch our countermeasures to deal with the air-to-air missiles pursuing us,” added Tamya. “Perhaps we should show you our Kfirs, while our maintainers are still here to answer any specialist questions.”

“It could be useful to observe the contrast with the Aermacchi M-346 Masters you’ve all been flying,” Illya told his students.

While Tamya and Illya led the discussion on the Kfir’s design, one student drew her twin to one side. Killa realised some of the students had brought parents or friends to the display.

“I’m Dżesika, and this is my tata, Alojzy Ryba, who’s hoping his daughter lives up to his achievements.”

Killa was impressed with Dżesika’s command of Spanish, which proved to be a family trait when her father spoke.

“Dżesika will better me. I was only a Captain before I left the Polish Air Force.”

“You outrank me, like my sister. What planes did you fly? I presume your eagle badge means you flew.”

He nodded as he touched the silver eagle on the upper left of his blue blazer above the pocket.

“Yes, I flew MiG-21s and 29s. But we want to learn about you…” He glanced towards Tamya. “And your sister. What brings you here? Did you see much action?  Why did you–”

“Excuse tata,” said Dżesika. “He always wants to know everything. If you’re not busy later, could we all meet for a meal? This evening perhaps?”

Polish Air Force Pilot (Odznaka Pilota) badge. Siły Powietrzne RP

*

Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Killa was glad to get out of uniform for an evening out. Although the squadron had eaten as a group in the Zvenigora, this would be different.

“Do we wait here?” asked Tamya. “Did they say when you discussed the arrangements?”

Before Killa could answer, a waiter led them to the table where their Polish host and hostess were seated with their first guest. Alojzy stood up and pulled a chair out for Killa, letting the waiter help Tamya.

“Dżesika invited her friend, Jerzy… a fellow student,” Alojzy said, indicating the young man next to his daughter, as a waitress showed Illya over.

“I’m pleased everyone could join us. Tata wasn’t sure you all could at short notice.”

“Pilots always have duties,” said Alojzy. “I say that sensing we all will be… and already are at heart.”

While they talked and were brought drinks, they studied the menus and then ordered their food. Once their dishes arrived, the conversation drifted along casually.

But Killa studied Alojzy, wondering whether his interest was purely aviation-led. She hoped not, as he had already stirred her feelings. Looking around the table, she suspected her sister and Dżesika were on the same path.

“You were going to tell me all about yourself,” said Alojzy. “Starting with what brought you all the way from Colombia. Must have been something or someone extremely persuasive.”

Truth or evasion? Would he believe the weird encounter? Complicated. No.

“Freedom and a friend in Ukraine needing help. My sister and I had the training they needed. We’re experienced fighter pilots… like you.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Does that mean experience flying missions against rebels? Or just NATO exercises?”

She hesitated, knowing some operations had been classified, yet eventually reported. Play safe.

“Both NATO training and ground-attack missions during counter-insurgency operations against Colombian terrorists.” She paused to change the focus to him. “You must have flown interesting missions, too?”

He stared into her eyes, trying to disarm her. Not yet.

“Shy or inquisitive? I’ll answer another unasked question as well. My squadron flew our MiG-29s in the aggressor role for the NATO Tactical Leadership Programme joint training in Spain from 2011 to 2013—”

“And that’s when you learnt Spanish.”

“From Dżesika’s mother, who sadly died a few years ago.”

“I’m so sorry… to remind you both as well.” She had to change the subject and noticed his badge seemed different.

“Am I wrong? Have you switched your eagle?”

He chuckled.

“Very observant. This was my grandfather’s. He inspired me to join since he was a real war hero. But one who rarely talked about his service.”

Killa did some quick calculations.

“He must have fought in World War II. Throughout?”

Samoloty PZL P.11a 1939.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PZL_P.11#

 

Alojzy closed his eyes… remembering.

The monument to the Polish squadrons of the RAF who served in WW2, sited on the North Circular near RAF Northolt in London: Pete Stean – Own work

“From September 1939, fighting the Nazis and the Soviets flying a PZL P.11, which he took to Romania.” He paused.

“Eventually, he escaped to England and flew a Hawker Hurricane during the Battle of Britain. The Poles were already experienced and battle-hardened.” Smiling, he opened his eyes, then touched the badge. “He wore this eagle on his uniform along with his  RAF wings. The green laurel wreath in the eagle’s beak signifies he flew at least seven combat flights.”

“A brave man. No wonder he inspired you.”

“And Dżesika. I’ll give her this eagle when she graduates later in the year.”

Killa glanced over at Dżesika. She and her friend Jerzy were intently involved in Tamya and Illya’s discussion about the best fighters, especially against Russia.

“She’s keen and knowledgeable enough to succeed, especially studying here.”

Alojzy nodded, watching the foursome.

“I graduated from here. The School of Eagles trains us well.” He took Killa’s hands, looking at her fervently. “Help prepare my córeczka, my daughter. Please. And help me improve my Spanish.”

**        

Friday, March 21st – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

The flight from Dęblin made one pass over the airfield, checking the runway extension.

“Soleil to control. Distance seems perfect, I’ll land first. Others will follow in flight order. Over.”

Capitaine Éliane Nowicki brought her Mirage 2000-5F down carefully and well before the end barrier. As the ground crew directed her towards a new hangar built into the ground, the next pilot began her approach.

The F-16 AM made another perfect landing. Capitã Nilda Silveira followed the directions to the hangar and called her waiting wing-sisters.

“Valquíria to Amante and Leoa. Land as designated. Over.”

Tenente Leandra Silveira followed Capitaine Marielle Simonova down and into the camouflaged hangar.

“Control to Dęblin Flight. Welcome to Chayka Field, now open for Mirages & F-16s… but not enemy craft. Over & out.”

*

Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

A Ukrainian F-16 loaded with AIM-120s and AIM-9s. Ukrainian Air
Force

Marielle sat down beside her wing-sisters, grinning.

“You talked to your man?” asked Éliane.

“Not exactly. Kalyna sent a crypted message to all F-16 squadrons, including Andriy’s, saying they were welcome. He’ll be here soon, I know.”

Nilda and Leandra chuckled.

“Guess it’s serious,” said Nilda. “Is Andriy the one?”

“She’s never been this besotted,” replied Éliane. “My guess is that they will last.”

Marielle just grinned knowingly.

As the wing-sisters joked and relaxed, the two Chayka cousins came over.

“What do you think of the extended runway and the hidden hangar?” asked Vasy. “We aim to deter unwelcome visitors.”

“I guess your defences are as concealed as everything else,” said Leandra. “From the air, the field appears abandoned.”

The cousins laughed.

“As it’s meant to appear,” said Kalyna. “Most locals believe it’s primarily a training ground for dogs and horses. Planes are incidental. Beliefs we encourage.”

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)

*

Polina Moroz rushed up to where Dasha Isakova, Nadia Lysenko, and Aleks Górski were seated.

“He’s back and coming any day.”

For a second, they looked confused, but they then laughed.

“Your brother, Mykhail,” said Dasha, enthusing. “When and for how long?”

“I wasn’t sure when we learnt mid-March that most Ukrainian forces had withdrawn from Kursk, as there were still small pockets of fighting. But today I learnt he’ll be here by Monday… on ten days leave.”

“Just enough time,” said Dasha, remembering Kursk. “But not long enough.”

**

Monday, March 24th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

F16 UAF - Two Ukrainian Air Force F-16s, January 2025: Source	https://armyinform.com.ua/2025/01/07/ukrayinskyj-pilot-f-16-vstanovyv-istorychnyj-rekord-zbyvshy-shist-krylatyh-raket-za-odyn-vylit/ Author	Unknown author
F16 UAF – Two Ukrainian Air Force F-16s, January 2025: Source            https://armyinform.com.ua/2025/01/07/ukrayinskyj-pilot-f-16-vstanovyv-istorychnyj-rekord-zbyvshy-shist-krylatyh-raket-za-odyn-vylit/ Author Unknown

Marielle Simonova was handed a message saying that two F-16 AMs had successfully landed and their pilots were heading to the Recreation Room. Seeing the Portuguese twins at another table, she guessed who it was.

When Andriy Oliynyk arrived, she threw her arms around him, pulling him in for a long kiss. He lifted her and swung her around.

“I had to see you as soon as my sorties allowed.”

“Which meant I came too,” added Fedir Kravets. “We noticed two more F-16s in your underground hangar. Who else is here?”

Marielle pointed across the room.

“More trained pilots to spread the load. Our Portuguese recruits flew their own F-16s via Poland.”

Fedir stared at the twins, then smiled and approached them.

Andriy grinned.

“Now he’s disarmed by them, can we go somewhere… private, please?”

*

Polina Moroz was waiting by the K9 course for her brother with Dasha Isakova. Only the Douglass sisters, Tetyana and Zoriana, were tackling the assault course with their Dobermans. Borago and Steinarr were impressive, speeding through the obstacles as one.

Distracted by the K9s,  Polina and Dasha were unaware of the figures creeping up on them.

“Easily disarmed,” said Mykhail Moroz. “Lucky we weren’t Russians.”

The Witch pilots turned.

”With others watching, any threat would be run down,” said Dasha. “By these K9s, who know friends from foes.”

Polina hugged her brother, then let him embrace Dasha, their passionate kiss prolonged.

Eventually, Ruslan Medved, arm around Albina Koval, interrupted.

“We’re all here long enough that you can continue later,” said Ruslan. “I’m sure we’re not all bunking together. I’m sure Dasha’s bed is yours too, Mykhail.”

*

Conchita guessed  Aaron was planning something. Their dinner for two at the Zvenigora felt contrived. But he gave nothing away for most of the meal. Until coffee arrived with an envelope, which Aaron opened and read its contents.

“Fantastic, Chia. We planned to get married a while ago, so I’ve made the arrangements. Midday on Friday, at the Saint Peter & Paul Cathedral, in Lutsk. The main catholic church in the Diocese and the Bishop has agreed to officiate. It’s just 30 minutes away with no flying duties.”

Conchita looked amazed.

“So soon our families won’t be there. But with this war, anything can happen. Friday will be fantastic.” She licked her lips and added, “I hope we aren’t interrupted tonight.”

*

Conchita and Aaron’s news began spreading around the squadron, gradually triggering wedding plans for others as well… once they heard.

*

Some were busy, like Andriy, gently savouring every part of Marielle’s exquisite naked body. Her moans of pleasure rose and fell until hours later, when they lay back sated.

“Many thanks, chéri, we needed that,” said Marielle. After a while, she asked, “Will Fedir be expecting us back?”

Andriy chuckled. “Unlikely with those stunning twins, and Fedir’s disarming approach. But which one has he chosen? More likely both.”

After a while, Andriy rolled closer to Marielle. “I’m aware of the risks we take every sortie… and I want to be with you forever. Will you marry me… as soon as possible?”

She pulled him on top of her.

“Of course. I’ve been desperate for you to ask. How quickly? Before you must leave me again, please.”

***

MPA: 2,060 words

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

Freedom Flights: Episode 43. Disarming Attachments. Part 1.

Episode 43 of Freedom Flights is set in March 2025 and will be released in three parts, making it easier to absorb. As always, some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in Episode 44.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just crucial RL incidents in a specific month, so I hope to reach the present quickly, as well as the character development. 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, thus addressing the essential rebuilding. I intend to finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air, but that will be posted elsewhere.

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 unexpected interruptions. 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 43. Disarming Attachments. Part 1.

2025

Friday, March 7th – Northeast above Kyiv Oblast, Ukraine.

The first clear photo of a Ukrainian Mirage 2000-5F. (Image credit: Ukrainian Air Force)

It was approaching dawn when the three Night Witches confronted the swarm of Russian drones beginning its descent towards a remote village.

“Soleil to flight. Detecting no ground defence. Jam our targets. Ensure they miss houses.”

Many drones crashed into surrounding fields, but seven continued their destructive trajectory. The three Mirage 2000-5F pilots dropped below them, using their cannons to destroy every threat. Fragments spiralled down as the jets pulled away.

“Soleil to Cardinal and Amante. Great work. Our first kills for Ukraine. Continue our patrol. Over.”

“Cardinal to flight. Will we be credited?”

“Amante to Cardinal. I suspect, not until we’re officially recognised.”

“Soleil to flight. Amante may be right. We’ll discover when we return to base.”

*

Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Commandant Raphaëlle Balode was waiting on the Dęblin runway for the return of the first combat flight of Night Witch Mirage 2000-5Fs.

The trio landed, and the jets were directed to the squadron’s hangar. The maintainers took over as Capitaine Éliane Nowicki, Capitaine Marielle Simonova, and Captain Lyana Rudenko greeted Raphaëlle.

“Great to see you return,” said Raphaëlle. “Let’s debrief you inside.”

Before they left the hangar, Adjudant Léana Melnik came over, looking concerned.

“One of you had a lucky escape when your Mirage’s fuselage was pierced by debris. It narrowly missed your fuel tank. Did any of you notice anything?”

“I felt something when we pulled away after downing some drones,” said Marielle. “Nothing that affected my Mirage. Was it mine?”

“Yes,” replied Léana. “Although the damage is repairable, the strike came close to being critical. We’ll check all three jets minutely.”

“That was a risky manoeuvre… for all of us,” said Éliane. “But without knowing if the houses were inhabited, we had little choice.”

“I suspect we’d all do it again,” added Lyana. “That’s on the record, Raphaëlle, whenever our debrief starts.”

*

Upstairs, the trio recounted their drone encounter and outlined their previous uneventful patrols.

“I’m surprised you weren’t dispatched to combat aerial attacks until today,” said Raphaëlle. “Unless the aim was to let other flights deal with the almost nightly attacks.”

“The UAF moved us around nearly every other day,” said Éliane. “Maybe that also confused the Russians trying to guess where the Mirages were.”

“The F-16s saw plenty of action,” noted Marielle. “And yes, that included Andrij.”

“The crucial question is, were we the first?” asked Lyana. “The first Mirages to record a kill?”

“Unfortunately, not officially,” replied Raphaëlle. “Today, a pair of Mirage 2000-5F pilots on their in-plane cameras recorded one of them shooting down a Russian Kh-101 cruise missile somewhere. That’s the one the media are claiming as the first Mirage kill. Sorry, as yet we don’t count… even if we have more flight hours.”

The roar of jet engines outside announced the return of the other Dęblin-based Night Witches from their morning exercises. When the ground crew had directed them to their assigned maintenance spaces, the twelve pilots joined their sisters upstairs. Most of them embraced the trio and then introduced the four newest pilots.

Raphaëlle let the enthusiasm subside before continuing the debrief.

“Did this morning’s exercise proceed as planned? Anaëlle?”

“As designated trainer, it was interesting and invaluable,” replied Anaëlle. “Returning from the training area, everyone was upbeat. Two mixed teams worked, especially with one two-seater per team. We can attempt different matches now the other three Mirages have returned.”

“I’m afraid not exactly,” said Raphaëlle. “We’re being allowed to dispatch a second patrol flight to Ukraine. This time with four jets, and I’d like the leader to be you, Lieutenant Michel. And after this morning’s successful exercise, who are your three wing-sisters?”

Anaëlle smiled and faced the group.

“The choice is tough since this could involve combat, albeit against rockets and drones, and you’re all top-class. So, I’m selecting Lieutenant Tatiana Ojala as my Québécois number two. Plus, two of our indispensable sergeants, Benoîte Yurchenko and Adélie Levchenko.”

The choices proved acceptable, and Raphaëlle added a comment.

“A just selection, but if you’re not chosen, there will be other Mirage sorties before this war ends. The training will continue, although we keep desperately requesting more planes from France. Any questions?”

Silence, until one of the Portuguese twins spoke up.

“My sister and I wondered when we’d be sent into Ukraine?” asked Nilda Silveira, in her carefully pronounced French. “A change to be on opposite sides earlier, not together.”

Anaëlle whispered to Raphaëlle, who nodded understandingly. Then she replied in Portuguese.

F-16s at dawn. Copyrights (c) http://www.PAFwallpapers.com

“As we hoped, you coordinate well with your French and Québécois colleagues in Mirages, both solo and together. However, in your F-16s, you operate most effectively as an assertive duo. We’ve already seen pairs of pilots prove their worth in Ukraine, and that’s how you’ll be unleashed.”

“How soon?” asked Leandra  Silveira.

“UAF are saying tomorrow they’ll send your orders via Chayka Field,” answered Raphaëlle, adding in French. “For F-16s and Mirages, we expect the imminent runway extension there within two weeks.”

As everyone cheered, Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko entered and looked confused.

“Sorry if I’m late, I was checking over our newly provided Gripen JAS 39F two-seater from Sweden.”

“Except it was impressive earlier,” said Anaëlle. “When you let Vérène prove she was as adept as she is at flying her Mirage.”

“I look forward to flying a Gripen E,” said Vérène Kazlova.

“As do my sister and I,” said Killa Echeverría. “Our Kfirs are great for flying tight turns on faster jets, but the Gripen felt agile, fast, and lethal.”

Adriana laughed, replying, “That’s why I’m pushing you so hard.  However, the Swedish trainers will be tougher when they’re here shortly. Hopefully, with more Gripen Es.”

**

Sunday, March 9th – Recreation Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Bundeswehr Marder 1 in 2012. Author: synaxonag

Capitaine Dasha Isakova was concerned at the footage showing that Russian forces had captured more settlements in Kursk Oblast. Was Mykhail Moroz alive? Was the 80th Air Assault Brigade still there fighting? She prayed for Mykhail and those he served with, guessing what they faced. Would she ever see Mykhail again?

By her face, his sister, Polina Moroz, was worried too.

“When did you last hear from your brother, Polina?”

“Not since he and Ruslan had to return to Kursk after they foiled the raid here in late January. He must be fighting in Russia again. We can only pray he returns to us… and we all survive.”

“We must,” said her friend and co-pilot, Marusya Dudziarz. “Every life lost is a tragedy, especially if Ukraine is forced to make unrealistic sacrifices for peace.”

“Like abandoning people in the Donbas,” added Dasha.

*

Nearby, Kalyna and Vasy Chayka watched the Kursk footage with Mariyka Shevchuk.

“I pray our front holds against this Russian onslaught,” said Vasy. “Does Ukraine have the resources to prevail? I fear the flow of military aid from the West is slowing.”

“Is even the crucial equipment being sent? We aren’t encouraged to use our Gripens effectively,” added Kalyna. “Perhaps our tactics are wrong.”

“This war is becoming more about drones than conventional arms,” said Mariyka. “Our engineers here are becoming adept at making them.”

They all went quiet, pondering the issue.

“Before time is against us, we need to plan laterally,” said Kalyna. “We need to ask everyone in the squadron for their input. Chayka Air already began devising a strategy.”

**

Saturday, March 15th – Bydgoszcz, Kuyavian-Pomeranian Voivodeship, Poland

She reached below the restaurant table to stroke her German Shorthaired Pointer, Rikke.

“I’ve been amazed at your K9’s behaviour over these six days,” said Adorján. “Is she normally so calm?”

“Unless someone is suspicious or poses a threat.” Once the waiter brought their food, Corynn asked, “ Are any of your colleagues in Hungary K9 handlers?”

“Some are, especially when we’re protecting something. Although, like when you were helping demonstrate a K9’s value in crime scene investigations, we use them.” Adorján paused to eat some pierogi ruskie, then asked, “Did the organisers know in advance you were coming with Rikke?”

“When I booked in December, I said as a K9 handler serving with the Canadian Armed Forces, I wanted to bring my GSP.”

Adorján looked surprised.

“You’re Canadian, not Ukrainian? But you’re assigned to a Ukrainian squadron. Why?”

Corynn shook her head, finishing her pierogi ruskie. Then she answered.

“It’s an all-female squadron from multiple countries who believe Ukraine has a right to exist. We’re fighting for Ukraine’s freedom and for the free world’s.”

Adorján hesitated before replying.

“Isn’t that hopeless. Ukraine is really part of Russia, so Putin is liberating its people. Isn’t that correct?”

She shook her head.

“Historically, Ukraine and Russia have different though similar origins. However, unlike in authoritarian Russia, the people of Ukraine are fighting for their fledgling democracy. Most Ukrainians don’t want to be part of Russia.”

Corynn let him absorb this while they finished their starter. Eventually, Adorján questioned her information.

“But didn’t the people in the eastern region vote in 2022 to be part of Russia?”

“You mean the illegal ‘referendums’ in the occupied territories, when most of the population had either fled from the Russians or were compelled to vote at gunpoint. Why do you think almost every country condemned the elections? There was overwhelming evidence of intimidation and fraud. Not to mention some of the area annexed by Russia was and is still under Ukrainian control.”

Adorján stroked back his blonde hair and grinned. Corynn wasn’t disarmed, but she smiled back, hoping she didn’t need to discuss their political differences more.

“Even our Prime Minister, Viktor Orbán, amazingly didn’t recognise the legitimacy of the referendums or the annexation. I may be in the military, but privately, I don’t agree with his pro-Russian stance or his autocratic doctoring of our democracy.” He paused and drew a long breath. “Please, let’s build from there. You’ve sparked something in me.”

Corynn giggled and grasped his hand.

“In me too. Why waste time on politics when we have better things to explore?” she said, glancing across the Brda River beside the restaurant.

Bydgoszcz: Buildings on the Brda River at dusk, with the 2004 Tightrope sculpture. Author: Pit1233

“Exactly. Let’s finish exploring the menu, then this beautiful corner of the city in the moonlight.”

“And more before my train leaves at midday tomorrow.”

**

MPA: 1,779 words

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

#IWSG – Favourite Scribblings

Another month has passed, so it’s time for another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post. And another chance to reassess my writing strategy.

I’ve shelved my Snowdon Shadows police procedural, Fevered Fuse, while I change focus. I will continue revising ‘Fates Maelstrom’, the second book in the series, although that will require months.

I’ve just posted two more episodes of my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights. If you read Part 1 of No Cards Game, you may realise how the episode ends before you reach Part 2. Obviously, I’m still following the news from Ukraine.

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

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Every month, IWSG announces a question that members can answer in their IWSG posts. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience, or a story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post or let it inspire your post if you are struggling with something to say. 

Remember, the question is optional!

October 1 question – What is the most favorite thing you have written, published or not? And why?

My first thought was, “These are a few of my favourite things”, but then I realised “There can be only one”, but which one? And why?

The obvious work would be my only published novel, Spiral of Hooves, the first book in the ‘Chasseur’ series. The MCs return in the first draft of a sequel, ‘Tortuous Terrain’, as does Zoo Sécurité, an organisation that appears in other series. Spiral will always be a favourite, but not quite number one. Gradually, the Zoos have become a valuable creation.

One member of Zoo Sécurité is a key secondary character in my Snowdon Shadows police procedural, Fevered Fuse, which has yet to reach an audience. However, Sparkle Anwyl has become my favourite character. But the series falls short of that Number One slot despite Sparkle and my overall arc for her career. I’ll still revise ‘Fates Maelstrom’, the second book in the series, and one day, hopefully, another Sparkle mystery, ‘Ruined Retreat’, featuring another Zoo operative.

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

As I attempt to assess my favourite written work by trawling through predominantly unpublished scribblings, I recognise an ongoing obsession that might be holding me back. Creating and outlining series ideas.

If I’d stuck with the characters and equestrian world created in Spiral of Hooves, I might have succeeded in publishing more. Instead, I have five or more unwritten series.

For instance, the Gossamer Flames saga grew from my two ‘Wyrm’ draft novels, written in 2011 before ‘Spiral of Hooves’ was published… but after SoH was written. Instead of revising a draft novel, I built new projects to muddle my writing plans. Like ‘Eagle Crossing’ in 2016, set in a 21st-century Viking North America called Kanata. It was extensively researched at the time of devising, as I believed Kanata was my writing future.

Eventually, I developed Sparkle Anwyl, who became my favourite character.

Yet, the favourite thing I’ve written is Feathered Fire, the 1944-based short story published in the 2020 IWSG Anthology (No. 5), Voyagers: The Third Ghost. My reasoning is, firstly, as a standalone story, all the elements seem to work, thanks in part to the editing by L. Diane Wolfe from Dancing Lemur Press.

 Secondly, writing Feathered Fire gave rise to Freedom Flights, a crucial part of my ongoing writing journey. Readers asked what happened to the two Ukrainian sisters in the story, so when Russia invaded Ukraine on February 24th, 2022, I created their two granddaughters and the modern Night Witches. The present-day episodes led me to start writing about the post-1944 growth of the Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air. Of course, there are at least two Zoo Sécurité operatives involved.

Commander Evdokiya Bershanskaya gives a briefing to her “Witches”. (Archives Vlad Monster,  http://www.ava.org.ru)
https://www.gracpiacenza.com/night_witches_eng.html

So, Feathered Fire inspired the saga that’s now a key part of my writing, alongside the unfolding career of my Welsh detective, Sparkle Anwyl. All other scribblings must be shelved… for now.

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The awesome co-hosts for the October 1 posting of the IWSG are Beth Camp, Crystal Collier, and Cathrina Constantine!

Finally, don’t forget to visit other writers via the IWSG site for their invaluable insights on writing:

Insecure Writer’s Support Group

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

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

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!


Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group Day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer – aim for a dozen new people each time – and return comments. This group is all about connecting!

Freedom Flights: Episode 42. No Cards Game. Part 2.

Episode 42 of Freedom Flights is set in February 2025 and is released in two parts, which I hope proves easier to absorb. World-shattering events may occur in future episodes. Some events foreshadowed in Parts 1 & 2 of this double-episode will take a few months to play out.

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

Episode 42. No Cards Game. Part 2.

2025

On Independence Square in Kyiv, people put flags with the names of civilians and defenders killed by Russian invaders in Ukraine. This memorial is a place of remembrance and a reminder of the sacrifices in the fight for freedom. TinyStrawberry23 – reddit

Monday, February 24th – Recreation Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Around the room were portraits of all the Night Witch losses, including the three latest.

“The enemy will pay for every single one,” said Kalyna Chayka, raising a glass to all Ukraine’s fallen. “They will be remembered forever for their sacrifice.”

The entire squadron had gathered to honour the fallen on this third anniversary of the 2022 invasion. Everyone draped flowers around the portraits and hung Ukrainian flags on each one. They tried to rise above their sombre mood, but it never took long to befriend someone living under war conditions.

Vasy added to her cousin’s tribute.

“We must remember each lost life through our memories of them. Our comrades in Dęblin are doing likewise, although their thoughts must be different, having joined the Night Witches more recently. Their flight leaders need to pay the final tributes.”

“Lieutenant Ganna Kohut and Private Inna Gavrilyuk were integral members of Gold Flight,” said Anzhela Havrylyuk. “They will continue to fly with us. Nobody expected the drones to swarm as they did. Learn the lesson when you remember Ganna and Inna.”

“And Master Sergeant Oksana Shevchenko,” added Adriana Pavlenko. “She gave her life to take down a rogue drone threatening Albina Zyma. That’s the most extraordinary deed we can do, whether for a fellow pilot or for civilians. Any of us would do that, especially for friends.”

The squadron members bowed their heads in memory and tribute. Then they sang the Ukrainian anthem.

Everyone settled around tables or returned to their duties.

The two flight leaders approached the Chayka majors.

“It may seem callous and early to mention this,” said Anzhela Havrylyuk. “But all the flights are now under strength. Should we be adding some of the pilots from Dęblin?”

“If our Mirage numbers aren’t increased with airframes from France,” replied Kalyna. “Although our Québécois pilots have flown Hornets and been training on Mirages and Gripens.”

“Red Flight, the Gripen flight could become fully operational,” said Adriana. “Then we could combine Gold, Blue and Sable to make two MiG-29 flights.”

“If only we had some F-16s… and a longer runway,” said Anzhela. “But new airframes would test our maintainers.”

“Well, my daughter Aliona might have a dilemma for us,” said Kalyna. “She’s got some volunteers with their own jets. They’re flying into Dęblin in a couple of weeks to make us even more international.”

“New nationalities and jets?” asked Adriana.

Vasy laughed, and Conchita Gutiérrez came over to explain.

“Aaron’s flings from Portugal and Colombia. So, one or two F-16s or IAF Kfirs. As usual, my fiancé is being vague, even though it’s ancient history.”

**

Friday, February 28thMyrhorod Air Base, Poltava Oblast, Ukraine

Marielle curled closer to Andriy, trying to ignore Éliane and Lyana holding her clothes.

“I thought you would resist him,” said Éliane. “At least for a few more encounters.”

Marielle slid off the bed and began dressing.

“He proved irresistible… even that first day. But I tried to combat my feelings… until yesterday when I finally caved in.”

Andriy was watching intently.

“Can you blame me?” he asked. “She’s my warrior princess. Clothed or naked. Didn’t you say she earned her ‘Lover’ call sign in true French fashion? I was smitten.”

“No, you’re besotted… like all the men she’s ambushed. She should be Sirène, not  Amante.”

“That’s unfair. Andriy’s the first man to unlock my mind,” replied Marielle. “Time to check the political news… together.”

She took his hand and led him out of the room.

*

The first clear photo of a Ukrainian Mirage 2000-5F. (Image credit: Ukrainian Air Force)

Myrhorod’s canteen was abuzz with off-duty personnel talking noisily about the news.

“He was ambushed.”

The lovers froze at the words. Then they heard more.

“Trump and Vance planned to discredit our President. Even when Zelenskyy tried to stand up for our country…”

“Putin’s lackeys spouting Kremlin propaganda…”

It didn’t take long to discover all about the disastrous Oval Office charade in Washington.

Fedir saw them and took the Mirage pilots to one side.

“Not surprising after they called our leader a dictator. Trump has shown whose side he’s on. Anyway, the base Commander, Major Medved, guessed I could find you… well Marielle. He’d noticed you and Andriy yesterday-“

“He needs to see us is your message, Fedir,” said Éliane, leading the trio towards the commander’s office.

Before they went in, Marielle kissed Andriy and said, “Neither of us can leave without saying goodbye.”

Et je t’aime, ma Amante.”

Inside his office, Illya Medved was waiting.

“I’m sorry to drag you away from socialising with Ukrainian pilots, it’s essential to do that. Nevertheless, I have received your new orders. Our superiors believe it’s safer to keep our flights moving around.”

He handed Éliane the instructions.

“Thank you.” She read the message aloud. “Leave for Kanatove Air Base at 1300.” She paused and then said, “Maybe when the Chayka Field runway is extended, we’ll meet the other Witches.”

“Including Tamila, my daughter. One of my brave children. The other, my son, Ruslan, is serving with Special Forces somewhere. I’m pleased Night Witches from other countries, like you, are joining us in our fight for freedom. But I don’t understand the US administration attacking our President and not the warmonger who invaded us.”

*

Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

The Dęblin Night Witches were expecting the four new volunteers but were unsure what exactly they’d be flying. Capitana Conchita Gutiérrez and Teniente Adelita Palomo had flown Charlie Tiger from Chayka Field to act as Spanish representatives, not expecting Aaron Garcia to return in time.

“If they’re coming from Canada, they’ll have to refuel mid-Atlantic,” said Conchita. “The Kfir is equipped for that, so it’s possible with Chayka Air’s tanker.”

As she said this, four craft appeared in the distance.

Commandant Raphaëlle Balode was the first to identify them.

A Ukrainian F-16 loaded with AIM-120s and AIM-9s. Ukrainian Air Force.

“A pair of IAI Kfir, possibly C.12s, and two F-16 Fighting Falcons, AM models.”

The four jets landed and taxied towards the waiting ground crew. However, a Portuguese Air Force AgustaWestland AW119 Koala crossed the runway and landed near the jets.

Five maintainers, by their uniforms, climbed down from the helicopter, closely followed by Aaron.

Conchita strode over and challenged him.

“When you went silent, I feared the worst. But not this… more conquests. Why?”

“It’s not what you think. I flew to Portugal to ensure everything came together. I knew Aliona Chayka would get the Colombians to Europe, but someone needed to coordinate with the Portuguese.”

One maintainer in a Portuguese uniform stepped forward and saluted Conchita. Then she addressed her in Spanish.

“Capitana Gutiérrez, your fiancé pulled everything together at Beja Airbase in Portugal. I’m Primeiro-sargento Maurícia Correia, heading up the maintainer team… two came to support the Kfir jets. Our F-16 fly girls persuaded me and my two colleagues to help. Your man ensured everyone gathered at Beja, then flew up here in stages.”

“Once the Koala has unloaded all the essential gear it could carry,” added Aaron. “It will return to Beja. But I arranged for a truck with spares and three more maintainers to follow, though more slowly.”

The pilots came forward and saluted the waiting Night Witch officers.

The two Colombians introduced themselves first.

“I’m Capitana Tamya Seraphina Echeverría, call sign Lluvia.”

“Teniente Killa Trinidad Echeverría, call sign Matador. Pleased to join your famous squadron.”

“We’re glad to have you here at Dęblin,” replied Conchita. “I realise you are sisters… identical twins. Is there a way to tell you apart?”

“The way we wear our hair,” said Killa.

“Unless they’re switching roles,” said Aaron. “Over time, you’ll learn other traits.”

Everyone stared at him, some disapproving.

The Portuguese duo added to the confusion… again identical and speaking Spanish, but with an accent.

“I’m Capitã Nilda Caetana Silveira, call sign Valquíria,” and she pointed at a female warrior badge on her uniform.

Then her twin introduced herself.

“Tenente Leandra Talitha Silveira, call sign Leoa,” and she indicated a snarling Lion badge.

Conchita looked at Aaron. “I presume there are corresponding tattoos.”

Raphaëlle let Aaron deal with the comment and addressed the new pilots in Spanish.

“Welcome to Dęblin. The Polish Air Force has generously allowed the Night Witches to use many of their university’s facilities, primarily for training and as our gateway to Ukraine. Most of our personnel presently here are French, like me, or French Canadian. They will gradually introduce themselves.”

She allowed Conchita to conclude.

“I’m Capitana Conchita Gutiérrez, and this is my Tiger co-pilot, Teniente Adelita Palomo. We’re based at the Night Wings airfield in Ukraine, but are here to answer questions about Chayka Field, the squadron’s presence in this war. Here in Dęblin, you will prepare for the freedom fight. This is also a good place to brush up on any Ukrainian you have managed to learn, as the University has an excellent language centre. Let’s continue inside, where it’s warmer for us hot-blooded fighters.”

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Colombian Air Force Kfirs fly over Colombia during Exercise Relampago VI, July 26, 2021.(U.S. Air Force photo by Senior Airman Duncan C. Bevan)

Once inside, Conchita, Adelita, and Aaron were kept busy translating between new arrivals and Dęblin personnel.

“How long before we see action?” asked Killa. “We realise our Kfirs aren’t the advanced fighters you need as they’re only third generation.”

“Colombia was due to replace them,” added Tamya. “Supposedly with Saab JAS 39 Gripens. But we left before we got to fly one.”

“Now you’ve joined a squadron with a flight of Gripen Cs,” replied Raphaëlle. “Some get to train to fly Gripen Es, here at Dęblin, often with some of the best Swedish trainers.”

“Plus, Dęblin has flight simulators that replicate Gripen training,” added Adelita.

“Won’t our Portuguese F-16s fit Ukraine’s needs?” asked Talitha.

Her sister, Nilda, added, “Aren’t there F-16s already flying combat missions in Ukraine?”

Capitaine Dasha Isakova joined the discussion, proving she could speak another language, Portuguese.

“One or two flights in other squadrons. But I’m sure our Majors will want to fit you two in a unique mixed flight.”

“Possibly with two of my Mirage sisters once we develop a formation,” suggested Raphaëlle.

As the newcomers mingled with the other pilots, Raphaëlle asked Dasha in French about her language skills.

“You forget about Nadia’s and my other identity as security operatives,” replied Dasha. “We’ve operated undercover in other countries, both in Portugal and Spain, including the Basque Country with a colleague.”

Raphaëlle pondered this for a moment, then said, “That must give you an unusual perspective on current affairs, especially as I know you are fluent in Russian.”

“That can be invaluable when listening to responses by Kremlin mouthpieces like Lavrov to Western actions. Russian, like our languages, has nuances not easily expressed in translation. Often, Russian TV provides another angle on incidents, like the Oval Office ambush of Zelenskyy.”

“Which was a gift for Putin. A division in the West is only going to perpetuate this war.”

“Exactly,” replied Dasha. “Zelenskyy was aware of that, while Trump and Vance clearly weren’t. Their egocentric administration will dismiss the warning of European intelligence agencies that, within the next three to five years, Russia could rebuild its forces to launch a new war, testing the resolve of NATO.”

“While Trump’s split from the US’s allies not only makes Ukraine vulnerable but also leaves America alone in a global economic contest it can’t risk losing.” Raphaëlle paused, then continued, “Trump ignores the facts about the true cost paid by Ukrainians for everyone’s freedom… and the financial benefit to US companies and thousands of their working people. Yet, he simplifies the situation and insults Ukraine’s leader by saying he’s not in a good position as he doesn’t have the cards right now. With the US, you start having cards.”

Dasha nodded and pointed at the pilots.

“Except, Zelenskyy replied, ‘I’m not playing cards. I’m very serious…’ To Trump, even his business deals are about playing cards. I fear that when Trump accused Zelenskyy of playing cards and gambling with millions of lives, he was wrong, as Trump’s the reckless gambler who would do anything to get his way.”

“But can he broker a real peace for Ukraine?” asked Raphaëlle. “Or will Putin emerge as the real winner of Trump’s card game?”

“Impossible to predict either outcome,” replied Dasha. ”Trump was unpredictable during his first term, while Putin’s ambitions have been clear for years. However, the fact that the Night Witches have a role the UAF hasn’t explained yet, suggests Ukraine has some cards which must remain secret until they’re played. Maybe President Zelenskyy’s team are building a winning hand.”

“And we’re a part of it.”

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