When I started writing Freedom Flights I intended to produce a fictional story set against as much of the reality of the current Russian invasion of Ukraine, until a just peace for Ukraine was reached. However, I gradually realized the fiction was overtaking the brutal reality. Deciding to create a fictional all-women squadron was an initial huge leap from reality, although it was created as a tribute to the real all-women Soviet squadron of World War II, known as the Night Witches or Nochnye Vedmy or Nachthexen.
Commander EvdokiyaBershanskaya gives a briefing to her “Witches”.(Archives Vlad Monster, http://www.ava.org.ru)
Two years on, I feel I’ve strayed a long way from reality, even if I include real events. And to develop things I’m on the verge of creating a road movie episode in which characters might become catalysts for future events. For instance, one character may be forced to take a step no politician has dared to… except perhaps Macron.
Can one individual force the supply of crucial weapons? Who initiated the surge in drone warfare?
Can a writer make their characters take such catalytic actions… as long as it doesn’t change history?
Whatever I decide to do, rest assured I will continue to remember the brave people fighting for our freedom in Ukraine. At least the aid bill has been passed so we can hope, pray, and breathe again. And maybe my intervention will mean something.
As always, links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page on the left-hand sidebar.
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?”
“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 19th – DęblinMilitary 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.”
“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 26th – Dęblin 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?”
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
2024
Friday, April 5th –– Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
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.”
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.”
110122-F-5160B-384 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 FOBs 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.
Although I have a few thoughts about April’s episode, what I write and whether I do depend on what happens in the war and on your comments. For instance, am I posting too often? Should I spend more time writing post-1944/pre-2022 episodes? What film should the Zvenigora Restaurant show next? Has anyone realized where Zoo Sécurité first appeared?
Tuesday, March 12th – Białowieża Forest, Podlaskie Voivodeship, Poland
As the late afternoon sun began to drop towards the treetops, Nadia and Aleks began their final sweep in the Eurocopter Tiger at a safe distance from the hostile Belarussian border security.
The Tiger’s specialist equipment allowed them to surveil more territory in the area where the suspicious convoy had been spotted. Yet, their five days overflying a large area along the border had yielded nothing, despite rumours that a run was imminent.
“How reliable are your sources?” asked Aleks.
“As accurate as they were on February 28th. But we haven’t been able to watch 24/7. That’s where all the sophisticated stealth and surveillance features fail.”
“But not today. Isn’t that a convoy of four vehicles the Tiger’s sensors have detected? Locked on and tracking,” said Aleks, as the helicopter’s mast-mounted Osiris system continued monitoring the targets.
As she followed, flying at a distance, Nadia used her helmet-mounted display to view all the flight data.
“Their behavior is suspicious. They came out of the forest from Belarus. It’s almost evening, making ground pursuit in the dark harder. Switch to night-vision.”
The Tiger had a nose-mounted forward-looking infrared sensor so Nadia could follow the convoy wherever they were going. Meanwhile, Aleks could monitor the vehicles and transmit every detail back to their colleagues at Dęblin, who would liaise with all the relevant Polish authorities, including the Special Troops Command.
“They aren’t aware of their aerial tail,” said Nadia. “Let’s pray they lead us to a smuggling hub.”
For over two hours they tailed the convoy, hoping they weren’t about to exceed the Tiger’s 800-kilometre range. Fortunately, the route was south-west towards Dęblin.
On the outskirts of Siedlce, the vehicles turned into a run-down factory and drove into a warehouse. The metal doors slid shut.
Hovering where distance and night noises would mask the sound of the helicopter’s rotors, Nadia watched and waited, while Aleks sent the latest data and the location of the warehouse to the Special Troops Command.
“From here on, Nadia, this becomes a Polish operation. Sorry, we can only observe the GROM special forces unit close out our mission.”
“Fortunately, I’ve seen a few such units in action… but these smugglers won’t have. Our Polish colleagues are prepared for more than just hardened criminals. Aren’t GROM considered to be the most elite unit in the Polish Armed Forces? Isn’t this overkill?”
Aleks chuckled. “No more than using an attack helicopter for surveillance.” She paused to let Nadia laugh. “Although, we were close to a belligerent and unpredictable neighbour, a few hours ago.”
Both went silent as three four-person night-camouflaged teams approached the warehouse from different directions. Their entry was swift and silent. Within a few minutes, the doors slid open, and nine shaking smugglers were led out and towards a Humvee.
A voice in Ukrainian came over the Tiger’s comm system.
“GROM unit reporting. Thanks for the training exercise. Those smugglers will talk. You will hear from someone. Safe flight home to Dęblin.”
Aleks thanked them in Polish, just before she was given the primary flight controls by Nadia.
“After five days, you’ve almost adapted from the older copters to flying the Tiger. But hold off the full loops for now.”
“Under your expert guidance, that might be soon, Nadia.”
Thursday, March 14th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
News of the monthly movie night had spread in Dęblin, so the rearranged restaurant was already filling up 80 minutes before the screening. Even a film in English didn’t deter patrons, although most of the Witches and many of the University cadets understood the language well enough to enjoy a film.
However, Nadia was more concerned about French President Emmanuel Macron reiterating his position on French television that sending Western troops into Ukraine shouldn’t be ruled out.
She told her inquiring friends, he had said, ‘Today’s situation doesn’t require it, but all these options are possible.’
“I agree though, if the West shows any signs of weakness to Russia, Putin will believe Ukraine is being abandoned. Yet, Macron is the one some are calling a ‘warmonger’ who could cause World War III, although he’s rather sounding the alarm bell.”
The other Witches nodded.
“If the aid from the West dries up,” said Anzhela, “the next few months will be a bloody struggle. And even if the arms flow continues, the illegal diversion your team is trying to stop, Nadia, could make that a trickle to us.”
“With GROM’s help, we closed one smuggling route, but there are others we must eliminate. My contacts suggest there may be one or more high-level officials working with the Russians. Hopefully, counter-intelligence can expose them.”
“Some politicians are showing pro-Russian sentiments,” said Kalyna. “Let’s pray the US eventually gets their aid bill through Congress, not just the stop-gap measures.”
“The war is at a dangerous crossroads,” added Vasy. “Especially when Pope Francis talks about us having the courage to negotiate an end to this war with Russia, when it’s Putin who needs to show good faith by withdrawing his troops.”
“Peace on Russia’s terms means surrender,” said Larisa. “As a Russian, I feel safer here and fighting alongside my wife to keep Ukraine free.”
“As do I”, said her cousin, Sergei. “Although tonight, I’m sorry to remind you our film starts once the blinds are drawn and the lights go out.”
“However, after it’s over,” added his partner, Mariyka. “You can stay, order food, and discuss whatever. First, though, this movie was selected by my engineering team…” Loud cheering engulfed the cadets, “…as central to the plot is rebuilding a crashed aircraft. I hope you enjoy the 1965 original film ‘The Flight of the Phoenix’ based on the book of the same name.”
Fairchild C-82A Packet N53228 used in the 1965 Robert Aldrich film, “The Flight of the Phoenix”, at Long Beach Airport, Long Beach, California in 1970. It is painted in the colors of the fictional “Arabco Oil Company”. Author: RuthAS
*
Aleks noticed her friend, Nadia’s troubled face.
“Did the film bother you? You aren’t thinking your… alter-ego has been—”
“Exposed, no. Just a coincidence. It was the nomadic raiders in the film reminding me of those smugglers somehow… and the danger I’ve exposed you all to.”
“More dangerous than evading missiles? It’s a job we’re trained for. And I’ve got a suggestion to help the squadron.”
“Tougher than tracking smugglers?”
Aleks winked.
“Harder … as we’ll need permission from someone. But it’ll be popular with our sisters. Every time a flight changes bases, its core ground crew must make a long road trip. It would make more sense to fly them in our Puszczyk. It carries 4 passengers and a pilot, so that’s workable, although a few might have to take their break in the nearest city… unless they had essential work on the base.”
“Agreed, and with the new flight rotation, you’d be full going both ways. Plus, the monthly film could be shown later at Kalyniv, which would also be popular with the squadron.”
Nadia turned and waved the majors over.
“You worried about the title of the film?” asked Vasy quietly.
Nadia shook her head. “Instead, a suggestion we just agreed on.”
Once Aleks explained the ground crew idea, there was only one comment.
“As long as the Polish farmers don’t object,” said Kalyna. “They’ve hassled our crews every trip. Although you won’t be evading their blockade, just flying over it.”
The two helicopter pilots chuckled but then went silent as Vasy mentioned the real problem.
“As long as Russia denies Ukraine even air superiority, we risk attempts to fly any significant cargo in by being shot down by them.”
“A concern even when we fly our jets across the border,” said Kalyna. “Except, we’re away from the front line, though that hasn’t saved Western Ukraine from suffering destructive aerial attacks.”
“Which reminds me, as does the film, of what Kalyna’s grandfather, did evading the Soviet blockade during the Berlin Airlift by ferrying supplies for West Berliners…”
“But Vasy, granddad flew a Handley Page Halton not a Fairchild Packet, as used in the movie, although the USAF flew a few of those. However, he served in Korea, flying the successor of the Phoenix craft, the Fairchild C-119 Flying Boxcar.”
“Which they used for the disappointing 2004 remake. And that did have ruthless gunrunners,” said Nadia. “However, maybe we need to consider how best to run Putin’s blockade.”
A U.S. Air Force Fairchild C-119B-10-FA Flying Boxcar (s/n 49-102) of the 314th Troop Carrier Group in 1952. This aircraft was later converted to a C-119C in 1955-56. (US Air Force photo)
Tuesday, March 5th –– Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
Nadia had demonstrated some of her helicopter skills on the previous evening’s journey back to Dęblin. Once accommodated, the two recruits were introduced to other Witches in the Zvenigora Restaurant.
Before he returned to Lviv, Maksym called a morning meeting with the recruits, the two squadron leaders, and Maryna, the only other flight leader not in Ukraine.
“When we were contacted about recruits,” he said. “The message implied we would be asked to help an organization already involved somehow. Can either of you enlighten us, please?”
Nadia stood and walked to the wall map of Ukraine and its neighbours including Poland.
“I can tell you what I can. Although my primary intention is to fight for our motherland, I require help in tackling the smuggling of arms originally intended for Ukraine.”
Kalyna stared at her. Then asked, “Our motherland? Aren’t you French? Yet, you speak perfect Ukrainian. Are you still in the French military?”
Nadia laughed. “My apologies for the unintentional confusion. My mother is Québécois – French-Canadian – and my father is Canadian-Ukrainian, but we moved to Lyons in France, when I was eight. My father taught me to fly, and I ended up in the French Air and Space Force, eventually flying helicopters to provide air support to other special forces units anywhere in the world. Officially, I was at the Exercise as an observer.”
“For the organization investigating arms smuggling?” asked Vasy.
Nadia looked at them all.
“Yes. Two years ago, I was recruited by Zoo Sécurité, an Interpol-approved agency, whose operatives are primarily from the Chasseurs Alpins, an elite French special forces regiment that I had flown into combat zones.”
“Are you working for this Zoo Sécurité or us?” asked Maksym.
“Both. The weapons being smuggled were initially destined for Ukraine’s forces. Now we believe they are being moved via Poland into Belarus and then to the enemy. On February 28th, your Gold Flight reported a convoy of three vehicles crossing into Belarus here.” She indicated the point on the map.” Correct?”
“Unofficially, yes,” replied Maksym. “Did your bosses request the surveillance?”
“Via your Polish allies, who are concerned their territory is being used for this illegal operation. However, jet fighters are too fast for surveillance, which is why this squadron is being sent two helicopters… a PZL SW-4 Puszczyk by the Polish Air Force and a Eurocopter Tiger HAP by Airbus Helicopters SAS, the manufacturers.
Aleks stared at her. “I’m surprised after yesterday. When this assignment is over, you’re heading home to France?”
“Never. I’m Ukrainian and always will be. Now and when it’s over, I want to fly Gripens or F-16s as a Witch.”
Vasy smiled. “Like me and Kalyna, and others who changed nationality to drive Putin out. Okay, first explain how you operate and what we can do, especially while the Witches only have two active flights in Ukraine.”
“All Zoo Sécurité operatives have a codename for use in the field. Mine is Phénix – Phoenix in Canadian English. However, we only use them when undercover, so while I’m a Witch, keep calling me Nadia. As for the smuggling, I need permission to patrol the area where the crossing was made. I plan on using a helicopter when one arrives. Otherwise, I’m open to suggestions please.”
“I will discuss the smuggling problem with my superiors,” said Maksym. “Although I suspect they know enough to have approved the border mission… and discussed it with their Polish counterparts.”
“During the Dragon 24 exercise,” said Aleks, “I asked my commanding officer about the issue and whether he had heard anything of concern. Once he’d talked with Nadia, he agreed to supply a Puszczyk to this squadron. Plus, he’ll liaise with those superiors who must be aware of the smuggling.”
Kalyna stood and walked to the map. Then she ran her finger around Poland’s border with allies.
“Do we know where the arms are entering this country? Who are the main suppliers?”
Nadia had come prepared and pinned two sheets on the corkboard beside the map.
“The lefthand list shows the main suppliers of arms to Ukraine with the US heading the list unsurprisingly, with Germany second. However, Poland has provided far more than their global arms exports would suggest. The right-hand list is the global exports with the US ahead again. Germany is also second globally, ahead of China, then France. However, most of the arms come legally, mainly by air, into Poland, although en route by road into Ukraine, is when we fear some disappear into the illegal network—”
“And so, via Belarus into Russian hands,” added Aleks. “We must prove this and strangle the theft of our arms. Yes, I too have become Ukrainian.”
Maksym clasped his hands together. “I can see this is a priority for Nadia and she needs one other to help her initially. Aleks?”
The Polish-Ukrainian nodded her agreement.
Maksym continued. “Until this arms smuggling complicated matters, you had nine available pilots in Dęblin, which would have been enough to form two flights. However, what would your strategy be now, Majors?”
Kalyna and Vasy exchanged notes. Then Kalyna took the lead.
“We suggest rotating three flights, with two at Kalyniv Airfield while one is here at Dęblin resting, recuperating, training and doing any high-tech repairs.”
“Gold should return first,” added Vasy. “They spotted the convoy on a mission designed to monitor cross-border incursions like this. Now, Nadia and Aleks can assess the incident with first-hand accounts.”
“Please can I offer a solution to how we choose the flight to send,” said Maryna.
“Granted,” said her superiors in unison.
“Sable Flight needs to be reformed and the survivors of last year’s attack have recovered for the most part, so we need combat – and a chance to show off our cool nose art. Thanks, Dęblin fine art and engineering department.”
Everyone laughed.
“Who are your chosen flight sisters?” asked Vasy.
“Lieutenant Katia Antonov as we’ve always flown together. Sergeant Polina Melnyk since you, Vasy must have encouraged and taught her so much from your wealth of experience. Finally, Kalyna, may I add one of your cadets, and if so whom do you recommend?”
“Cheeky but clever pitch for Sable Flight. Choose Cadet Zlata Kovalchuk as she has shown aptitude, initiative, and foresight. She would round off a great flight.”
Kalyna consulted with Vasy and Maksym, before announcing their decision.
“We agree that Gold Flight should return to Dęblin by Thursday 0630 and report on their observations. Unless there is an emergency, they are due ten days’ leave as long as they can reach this base when re-called.” Kalyna paused then continued, “Sabre Flight as selected by Kapitan Maryna Sobol will leave for Kalyniv at 1700 tomorrow for a tour of three weeks. That could change in an emergency or if we receive additional recruits.”
Maksym pointed out the window towards the Engineering hanger.
“Depending on what Kapitan Mariyka Shevchuk and Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth report, some of their cadets may be ready to join your training flight, Kalyna. I may check up on them before I leave and see if they’ve devised anything innovative for our arsenal.”
**
Wednesday, March 6th –– Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
Kapitan Maryna Sobol and her new flight sisters were gathered in the downstairs briefing room prior to their imminent departure for Kalyniv.
“Welcome to Sable Flight where we strive to be a family within the Witches’ extended family. My Number 2, Lieutenant Katia Antonov knows all my quirks as we’ve flown together since Canada, so if I act scary, talk to her.
“Kalyniv Airfield will be our home for the next three weeks until we return here… unless there’s an emergency. You noted some of the ground crew left at dawn with our belongings, so they will arrive sometime tonight.”
Her tone became more serious. “We cannot forget there’s a war on. You all must know the base was targeted on October 3rd last year…” She winced and then touched her face. “But the base now has deep shelters and improved defences. Just be extra vigilant, please, in the air and on the ground.”
She stood and gathered up her flying gear.
“Finally, on a lighter note, you will have seen the nose art on Katia and my planes. We need a simplified version to differentiate Sable’s jets from other flights. This is one idea from our Engineering cadets.”
She passed the design around as some ground crew helped them into their flying suits.
Outside they walked to their MiG-29s, where a small crowd admired the nose art.
Nadia was staring intently at the glowing bird of living fire.
“It’s the Phoenix, like my…” She paused, not knowing who knew her secret. “Shouldn’t fire be burning him – his re-birth?”
Kalyna and Vasy smiled, then let Maryna explain.
“This image is on the biplane that their Night Witch grandmothers flew out of Ukraine in 1944. It now hangs in Chayka Air’s main hangar. Katia and I copied the original artwork with their permission. It’s Zharptica the Slavic firebird.”
“One night, around a campfire,” said Vasy. “I’ll tell you all about Zharptica’s origin, although for our grandmothers it was a re-birth—”
Elena Schweitzer /Depositphotos.com
“And the flames were enemy incendiary,” added Kalyna. “Plus, fire from the bombs the original Night Witches dropped.” She looked at her watch. “Time to leave sisters. May Zharptica bless your tour and bring doom and the wrath of Saint George down on our enemies.”
Sabre Flight climbed into their MiG-29s, and the ground crew secured them in their cockpits.
With the setting sun glistening on them, the four midnight-blue fighters took off and headed east towards Ukraine.
**
Thursday, March 7th –– Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
As sunrays rose over Dęblin, Kapitan Anzhela Havrylyuk led Gold Flight down onto the snow-cleared runway. Then the ground crew directed the jets to safe parking bays.
Nearby Anzhela saw Kalyna and Vasy with two unfamiliar officers, whom she presumed were the reported latest recruits. As she drew near, she saluted the majors.
“Good to have you back Gold Flight,” said Kalyna, “For now we are trying to rotate three flights, two on combat scramble in Kalyniv for 3 weeks, one here for a week’s rest and reviews. You’re here as our first R&R test subjects. First, though, get settled, and relax, and then second, after an early lunch come back upstairs to the office at 1300 to meet these new Witches. Dismissed.”
Just as Gold Flight began to disperse, a klaxon sounded for another incoming flight.
Multiple rotor blades whipped up dust and snow from the tarmac. Most watched as two helicopters in the squadron’s distinctive midnight blue flew across the runway, and then settled on their freshly painted landing pads.
“Perfectly timed delivery of two performance helis,” said Nadia. “One PZL SW-4 Puszczyk supplied by the Polish Air Force and a Eurocopter Tiger HAP donated by Airbus Helicopters SAS, the manufacturers, in the hope we make innovations… as we often do.”
“Then you can give me the tour before the meeting,” said Aleks. “So, I’m not lost.”
Through the large window overlooking the assembly area, Anzhela Havrylyuk studied the two figures outside inspecting the two helicopters in great detail.
“Who are they? We’re a specialist night fighter squadron, aren’t we?”
Kalyna put an arm across her shoulders and led her to where the rest of Gold Flight were seated in the main office.
“Patience, then we will all know more about this new phase in our war.”
Moments later the newcomers came upstairs on time.
“Sisters, these are our latest recruits, Kapitan Aleks Górski from the Polish Air Force.” She paused to let Aleks step forward and salute.
“And this is Kapitan Nadia Lysenko from the French 4th Special Forces Helicopter Regiment, but as well as helicopters, she has been trained to fly fourth-generation fighters, primarily Dassault Rafales.”
Nadia stepped forward, saluted, and then shouted Slava Ukrayini.
Everyone shouted in response “Glory to Ukraine! Glory to the heroes!”
Vasy directed the new Witches to sit and then walked to the wall map.
“On Wednesday, February 28th, Gold Flight reported a convoy of three vehicles crossing into Belarus here.” She indicated the point on the map. “Correct Sergeant Albina Zyma? You spotted the convoy… thank goodness. Over to you, Nadia.”
“First, I serve Ukraine and the Night Witches, but I have a secondary mission, to stop the illegal diversion of arms destined for Ukraine going instead to enemy forces. With those helicopters outside and Aleks’ help, I have a chance.”
“And any observations you made,” added Aleks, “could prove invaluable. Anytime.”
“How do you plan to use the different whirlybirds?” asked Anzhela. “They seem so different, one a scout and the other a gunship. Why?”
“Surveillance with both done differently. The Puszczyk for tracking the convoys, although I suspect the Tiger has the specialist equipment to cover more than just a small area of territory with its sophisticated stealth and surveillance features. However,” continued Nadia, “It will take a few missions to adapt to the smugglers’ tactics.”
“We can start with your first-hand accounts of the February 28th convoy, please,” said Aleks.
As we approach the end of March, I have not forgotten my commitment to write an episode of Freedom Flights each month until a just peace for Ukraine is reached. This month I continue to struggle, but nothing compared to the brave people fighting for freedom.
Unlike previous episodes, I am posting this one in three parts as the events required more scenes… and longer to write. The posts should appear on consecutive days.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my new Freedom Flights page on the left-hand sidebar.
Episode 18 – Steadfast Phoenix
Part 1
2024
Monday, February 26th-– Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
The Chayka cousins walked slowly around the two jets, studying the familiar nose art.
Kapitan Maryna Sobol, Lieutenant Katia Antonov and their ground crew waited expectantly, praying their graphic skills matched the original artists’.
“You think the whole squadron should copy this design?” asked Kalyna,
Vasy winked. “Or just a select few can use Zharptica?”
“Well, it was the Chayka sisters,” said Vasy’s daughter Klara. “Painted this on their Polikarpov biplane, they flew to freedom… in 1944.”
1944 Polikarpov Po-2 of The Shuttleworth Collection, United Kingdom
“We’ll need a lot more paint to do another 18 planes,” said Polish Cadet Daria Jankowski. “For a full squadron.”
Fellow cadet Nadzieja Chlebek handed Kalyna a sheet of paper.
“Some of us produced this simplified design. Would that be a solution?”
“Probably. Let’s talk in the office where it’s warmer… and a few more of the squadron could discuss the idea of nose art.”
*
As the evening closed in, the relaxed setting proved fruitful. Although a simpler design was favoured, the cadets’ design inspired others. Or rather three others.
“Makes sense then,” said Kalyna. “We adopt the original Zharptica nose art from the Chayka sisters as our squadron insignia.”
“While each flight uses one of the four simplified designs,” added Vasy, “That we chose this evening. Hopefully, Gold and Blue flights agree when they return from their three weeks at Kalyniv.”
Maryna and Katia whispered together before the former said, “Sable needs two recruits as does your Green Flight, Vasy. I know Mariyka and her engineering cadets keep volunteering, but are there recruits expected from anywhere soon?”
“We’ve had no news of suitable graduates from Kharkiv National Air Force University,” replied Kalyna. “But we received a message via Chayka Air requesting two Night Witches to attend Exercise Dragon 24 as guest observers. It’s a Polish-led exercise, part of NATO’s Steadfast Defender 24.”
“When, where, and why, Major?”
“On Monday, March 4th near Korzeniewo. Supposedly, to meet ‘qualified recruits crucial to the war effort’, according to the message. Attend as Vasy’s second and find out for us, Kapitan Sobol.”
**
Wednesday, February 28th – Kalyniv Airfield near the Polish border, Ukraine
MiG-29 Fulcrum – @hesja.pl
Kapitan Anzhela Havrylyuk led the four MiG-29s of Gold Flight down onto the welcome runway of Kalyniv, after a strange mission chasing ghosts up along the Polish border.
Once she had landed and taxied towards her jet’s revetment, the ground crew took over, backing the MiG-29 into the blast-proof bay.
She climbed out, exhausted but ready for a confused debriefing. Her partner Larisa Kovalyov embraced her, just before her flight sisters coaxed her towards the office block.
“Meet you later in the canteen, lastachka.”
“When today’s mystery is resolved, myshka.”
Inside the briefing room, the Air Command West officer let the curious pilots settle before speaking.
“Good evening, ladies. I know you’ve probably been wondering all day about this afternoon’s ghost hunt. For now, I’ll just ask your flight leader, Kapitan Havrylyuk whether any unusual activities were spotted along the border.”
“Along the Ukraine-Polish frontier, the only detectable crossings were at official checkpoints, with the expected holdups of trucks both ways by the Polish farming protestors.” Anzhela paused for any corrections. Then she continued. “When we were cleared to enter Polish airspace, we flew almost along the Belarus border, as instructed and away from any hostile ground defences.”
“Did you detect anything unusual?”
“Not at first, but on our return flight, Sergeant Albina Zyma spotted a suspicious convoy of three camouflaged vehicles using a forest track to cross into enemy territory without alerting any noticeable border security.”
“Without aerial footage this time, it may be hard to corroborate. Sergeant Zyma did you get the MGRS coordinates for the crossing? We will need to pass a report on. But please keep this mission confidential. You’re all dismissed… once I have the coordinates. Thank you, ladies.”
Anzhela pondered why the Military Grid Reference System coordinates were needed. Who was the convoy and why was it heading into Belarus? Did she dare discuss this with anyone? Albina or Larisa? Best to keep quiet. Amid a war and NATO’s largest exercise in decades, speculation could be misleading, maybe even dangerous.
She followed the three other pilots into the canteen, where the ground crew had already ordered drinks and food for everyone, including Blue Flight.
“How top secret was your debriefing by ACW?” asked Blue leader, Adriana Pavlenko.
“So hush-hush, we’re still in the dark,” replied Anzhela. “Looking for ghosts.”
Albina took her to one side and quietly said, “If I had to guess at what that convoy was, I’d suggest smugglers. But heading into Belarus, I’m unsure carrying what?”
“We need to leave it at that… until we learn more. Now it’s time to relax.”
They joined Larisa and their ground crew, leaving Blue Flight to the mystery.
*
When the two Gold pilots had left, Adriana tuned to her flight-sister Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk.
“I’d hoped we had no secrets in this squadron. Am I wrong?”
“No. I suspect we’ll all discover where the ghosts are. I just wish the F-16s would arrive and our front-line troops could get what they’re running short of.”
“Like ammunition,” added Cadet Taisia Kovalchuk, pointing to the television. The news channel was showing a clip from America’s CNBC with Ukrainian subtitles.
Her fellow cadet, Halyna Boyka, turned the sound up and the canteen went quiet.
Ukraine’s former president Petro Poroshenko was being interviewed, saying,
“…Every single hour of delay in the supply of artillery shells means human lives, and the lives of our civilians are lost. This is too high a price.”
**
Thursday, March 1st-– Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
Vasy Chayka and Maryna Sobol waited while Colonel Maksym Bondarenko finished reading the message with their orders. Then he turned towards them.
“My instructions are to accompany you both, arriving by 0400 on Monday, March 4th at specific MGRS coordinates near Korzeniewo. We are to observe the start of Exercise Dragon 24, part of NATO’s Steadfast Defender 24. We will be contacted by two ‘qualified recruits crucial to the war effort’ in Ukraine.”
“This sounds mysterious,” said Vasy. “Almost cloak and dagger. Odd way to recruit people.”
“Plus, I gather there are requests we help an organization already involved somehow.”
“NATO?” asked Maryna. “Or another?”
Maksym scanned the message again. “Not NATO definitely, although there are implied military connections… not surprising given the rendezvous.”
Vasy pulled up a military map of Poland and then zoomed in on the MGRS coordinates.
“The east bank of the Vistula River. So how are we meant to get there?”
Maksym went to the window of the office. When the two Witches joined him, he pointed at one of the University’s 40 helicopters.
“We’re borrowing one of their PZL SW-4 Puszczyks… and one of you is flying. I presume you are more than proficient in helicopters. I’m out of practice.”
Maryna Sobol had spent the previous day adapting to the abilities of the SW-4 Puszczyk, even to its night flying traits. The flight to the Vistula was straightforward, except for all the security procedures to land, even as military guests.
Once on the ground, they were met by a female Polish Air Force officer, speaking Ukrainian.
“It’s an honour to welcome some of our brave allies. I am Kapitan Aleks Górski and I will be your escort for the day.”
Once they had introduced themselves, she led them to one of the viewing stands for dignitaries and media. Although they knew about the exercise in advance, she explained its purpose.
“Today is the first day of Exercise Dragon 24, part of NATO rehearsing techniques to reach the Suwalki Gap, on the Polish-Lithuanian border between Belarus and the Russian enclave of Kaliningrad.”
Aleks paused as more guests arrived. Then she continued, “3,500 personnel and 1,000 equipment units will cross over the Vistula, our largest river, from the village of Opalenie to Korzeniowo for three days. Troops from France, Germany, Italy, Lithuania, Poland, Slovenia, Spain, Turkey, the UK and the US are involved.”
Maryna wondered whether the two recruits were from any of the participating countries, foreign fighters wanting to help Ukraine… like Vasy and her. Chayka Air was actively seeking recruits and might have looked abroad.
In the dawn light, they could see dark shadows moving across the swirling river. Army-green shapes pushed through the muddy water, wake rolling behind. But before they could emerge from the Vistula, Leopard 2 A4 tanks defending the eastern bank opened fire.
The fight lasted three hours, but eventually, the attacking troops forced their way ashore. Once American and Polish armour was across, support barges crossed loaded with containers of supplies. Overhead fighter jets ensured air cover was maintained throughout the exercise.
Crossing the Vistula – Credit: U.S. European Command
“What planes does your squadron fly?” asked Aleks.
“MiG-29s in Ukraine,” replied Vasy. “But at Dęblin we’re training on NATO fighters like the F-16 and the Gripen C.”
“I trained at Dęblin… and now fly an F-16. But I’d love to fly a Gripen one day.”
“Visit us,” said Maryna. “And I’m sure we can arrange that.”
“Maybe sooner than you think,” said Aleks cryptically. “Time for an early lunch, I believe.”
*
Over lunch, they discussed the state of the war, primarily the air campaign and the Witches’ role.
Maksym felt he had to clarify.
“At Air Command West, my colleagues and I feel the 2022 Night Witches have a unique role, especially once they can fly their NATO jets in combat.. and at night as intended.”
“The squadron already has F-16s?” asked Aleks.
“Only four two-seater trainers,” replied Vasy. “But we have eight Gripen Cs and twelve CF-18A Hornets which we used before the Russians realized.”
Aleks looked surprised until Maksym clarified.
“Until F-16s have arrived, ACW prefers them to fly MiG-29s… modified at the School of Eagles by a resourceful team of Poles and Ukrainians.”
Maryna realized Aleks was a potential recruit if the opportunity to invite her occurred. Before that arose, the Polish officer stood up.
“I must report to my commander. But I will meet you back at the stand at 1300.”
As they walked back, it was Vasy who mentioned recruiting Aleks.
“She almost volunteered with her interest.”
Maksym smoothed back his hair and then smiled.
“Depends on her squadron releasing her… if she—”
The two Witches stopped and both asked, “What”
“I may be wrong, so wait and see what happens.”
At 1300, Aleks returned with another female officer – wearing a French military lieutenant’s uniform. She saluted and introduced herself in perfect Ukrainian.
“I’m Lieutenant Nadia Lysenko of the 4e Régiment d’Hélicoptères des Forces Spéciales, primarily attached to the13éme Bataillon de Chasseurs Alpins. As well as helicopters, I am trained to fly fourth-generation fighters, primarily Dassault Rafales. I am the person who volunteered for your 2022 Night Witches.”
Rafale – RIAT 2009. Credit: Tim Felce (Airwolfhound)
“You are very welcome with those credentials. I am Major Vasy Chayka. This is Kapitan Maryna Sobol, and from Air Command West, Lviv, this is Colonel Maksym Bondarenko.”
“Very pleased you are volunteering to fight for Ukraine,” said Maksym. “We were expecting two recruits—”
“And there are two of us,” said Aleks, grinning. “But I suspect you were about to ask me.”
“Perfect,” said Maryna. “And if Nadia knows how to fly a PZL SW-4 Puszczyk, then I can relax on the flight home.”
If this French recruit flew helicopters, thought Maryna, she’d handle the compact Polish multipurpose craft with ease. But there was something curious about her. Would she be an asset to the squadron or a hindrance?
Writing Wings 