Episode 45 of Freedom Flights is set in May 2025 and will be released in two parts, as I post them. Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in the next part.
A crucial point for some readers, Football = soccer, not American Football, as you will realise, especially given my characters’ nationalities. Also. There are references to a key football scene in Freedom Flights: Episode 23 – Witches Troupe – Part 2, as it impacts events.
I have also made a POV change in this episode. I realised that almost all the modern Freedom Flights episodes are in a 3rd Person Omniscient POV, whereas the Night Witches origin story was written in a single 3rd Person Limited POV, and the Chayka Air creation chapters I’ve written each scene in a 3rd Person Limited POV. The latter is what I’ve attempted to use this time, with some male POVs for a change.
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 focus on just a few RL incidents from a specific month, along with character and squadron development.
Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached and rebuilding begins, I will continue to write more episodes. Perhaps after that, I can finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the Chayka Family and Chayka Air, their aviation business based in Canada.
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.
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Episode 45. Underground Advances. Part 1. Stress Dynamics.
2025
Saturday, May 3rd – Sanctuary, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Chief Warrant Officer Janina Patriksson smiled and nodded at her Assessment Team seated in their temporary office on the lowest level of the terminal building. Then she turned to Sanctuary’s inspiration, Major Vasy Chayka, and handed her a data stick.
“These are our observations and suggestions. As you suspected yesterday, the original designers claimed this area could withstand a plane crashing into the terminal, and the ceilings should support considerable debris falling from the upper floors.”
Vasy inserted the drive into her laptop, and she studied the report.
“I note the side corridors and unused spaces could become bombproof rooms, too.”
“Some of the dividing walls are not load-bearing, while others could be strengthened, although we need to triple-check our calculations. However, we can proceed with some of the expansion, albeit the aircraft work remains our priority.”
“Impressive work, team. I’ll inform the squadron and ask for assistance,” said Vasy, closing the meeting.
As the group disbanded and the maintainers were returning to their duties, Flight Engineer Daria Jankowska made a final suggestion.
“Do you remember Professor Lóránt Bátori and his Dynamic Stress demonstrations?”
“Of course,” said Janina, smiling as she remembered the strange expert with his brilliant ideas… and their pleasurable time together. “You’re going to suggest I track him down via Anatol. My pleasure.”
Monday, May 5th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Dmytro Kovalchuk looked down from the Puszczyk, trying to make sense of the approaching airfield with its neglected buildings and runway. The only pristine area was a grass arena.
“Where are all your aircraft?” he asked Marusya Dudziarz. “Your Tiger?”
Marusya and her other passenger laughed.
“Where the enemy can’t find them… dispersed and hidden.”
“What you see is what the Russians report,” said Janina Patriksson, the original passenger. “A K9 training area with an abandoned terminal and some run-down outbuildings.”
As the Puszczyk descended through the trees, Dmytro noticed figures preparing to hide the helicopter under camouflage netting.
Another greeted Janina as she disembarked with Dmytro.
“How was Dęblin? Did Anatol help?”
“Not exactly him. Flight Engineer Daria Jankowska, please meet Dmytro Kovalchuk. He might know where Lóránt is.”
“If the guy I met in the hospital is your Hungarian professor, then I’ll let you know… soon.”
Dmytro waited while Marusya ensured the Puszczyk was back with maintenance. He then followed her to the arena, where Polina Moroz was practising her football skills.
As always, the slim blonde… and her skill captivated him. He could have watched her all day, but Marusya interrupted her friend.
Polina spun around and threw herself at her lover, kissing him greedily.
“Dmytro, I’ve missed you desperately. It’s been too long.”
“I’d have come sooner if I’d known you were in Ukraine… and hungry. Now I’d stay if I didn’t have crucial work. First, I need your ball mastery.”
“Here in public?” she asked teasingly as she removed her T-shirt.
He laughed and noted her watching friends. “Inside.”
*
Once they’d satisfied their longing, Dmytro admitted his real meaning.
“There’s an amputee football league I play in. My team needs a striker, and I thought of you.”
“Not my body?” She snuggled closer. “I knew what you meant but guessed what we needed. Let’s talk seriously as I give you a tour of the hidden Chayka Field.”
“After first visiting you in Poland and earlier today meeting unfamiliar Witches, there had to be more here.”
*
Sitting in the Zvenigora Restaurant after the tour allowed Dmytro to clarify some details.
“I understand your commitment to the squadron makes it impossible to train with us in Kyiv, but I might have a solution.”
“I commute by air to training.”
Players during amputee football tournament held in Kyiv. (Source: Dan Balashov)
“Not quite. But mine needs time we don’t have since the two-day tournament is on the weekend, unless Witches bend time.” They giggled before he continued. “Your arena is the right size as our matches are played on pitches two-thirds of a standard pitch… so perfect. If I can persuade my teammates to move here, would you play for us, please?”
“I’d love to. But you mentioned your crucial work. What about that?”
“We make military drones, as you do. You mentioned utilising your planned Sanctuary extensions, some for workshops. Why not ours?”
“Sounds incredible. What kind of drones?”
“Ground-launched FPV type for the front line. Not like yours, but perhaps we can collaborate.” He winked but avoided saying more. “Did you hear about the amputee football team Khrestonostsi or Crusaders? They formed in Lutsk in late December and began recruiting new members.”
“Too busy flying. Are they your team?”
“We’re nearer to Kyiv, as our coach is there. He’s from Brazil-“
“Home of the ‘Beautiful Game’. He’s welcome here-“
“That’s a problem… he’s a POW.” He had to broach the subject… now. “A teammate, Leonid, met Cauã Pacaembu when they were both having prosthesis modifications. Cauã’s guard was unobtrusive until Leonid mentioned coaching, but now the guard attends sessions too.”
Dmytro watched Polina’s reaction as her frown turned to a smile, and she waved a familiar friend over.
“Sergei, what do you know about security on foreign mercenary POWs? Dmytro’s football coach, Cauã, is Brazilian.”
He thought before replying.
“Not as tight as for Russians. Possibly because Russia won’t exchange him for a Ukrainian. Sadly, Brazil’s stance is neutral in this war. Can we talk to Cauã?”
“His Ukrainian and Russian are basic, and nobody speaks Brazilian,” replied Dmytro.
“But we have two Portuguese pilots,” said Polina. “They may help us resolve this. We also have military police.”
Dmytro knew why he loved this devious and sexy woman.
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Tuesday, May 6th – Hennadii Udovenko Diplomatic Academy of Ukraine, Kyiv, Ukraine
Lóránt Bátori waited in the entrance of the Diplomatic Academy of Ukraine for his anonymous visitor. Or should it be friend as the message said? He was about to walk back inside to find a seat when he saw her… Janina Patriksson. When she reached him, he embraced her passionately.
“You hadn’t forgotten me,” Janina said. “I prayed you hadn’t, but guessed you wouldn’t. Let’s talk somewhere else, please?”
“There’s a perfect Georgian restaurant nearby. Lunch on me after a short walk.”
He noticed her studying him and wondered if he’d let his appearance slip, or if his limp was obvious.
“Am I still your scruffy professor or worse? Anyway, what’s up?”
“Still my Lóránt. Yes, the Night Witches need your expertise, and yes. I left the University to take charge of the maintenance of their airframes.”
“Still my Janina. My exalted grease monkey Queen. Yet those Valkyrie need my help. Interesting, but food first.”
He led her inside the Chacha Bar, and the owner, a friend, led them to a secluded corner.
*
“You don’t feel confident in your findings, Janina.”
“Always, but your unusual insights would help us. Still interested?”
“When do we leave? How?”
“Now, if you’re free… and by helicopter, naturally.”
Before they could make plans, air raid sirens echoed across the city. Still fearful of raids, Lóránt led Janina to the nearest shelter on Volodymyrska Street.
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SW-4 Puszczyk – by Łukasz Golowanow, Konflikty.pl
An hour later, Lóránt was leaving Kyiv, glad he was back with the love of his life. Since the Puszczyk was small, Janina immediately introduced him to their two pilots, Sergeant Odrija Kalniņa and Capitã Nilda Silveira. However, with the other passengers, Nilda took over.
“The K9 officers are Corporal Isla Clacher and Kenina, her German Shepherd, ex-RCMP. They’re taking this Brazilian football coach, Cauã Pacaembu, to meet the Witches’ star player. If you need to know more, that’s up to him.”
Lóránt had learnt from Janina about Nilda’s mission to talk to Cauã in Portuguese and understand his manipulation by the Russians, but not much more. Should he pry?
“I need friends,” said Cauã. “If more about me helps, ask.”
“When did you leave Brazil?” asked Lóránt, sensing the war was too raw.
Cauã replied… in Brazilian, so Nilda translated.
“He says, ‘I didn’t want to leave my country. It was home, but I had nothing. A Russian offered me work two years ago. In Russia, but he supplies a one-way plane ticket and visa.”
“You met this man?”
“At their embassy in Sao Paulo, where he gives me everything, even a Brazilian passport… when we reach the airport. Eventually, I arrive in Moscow, where I’m taken to a room that I share with five others. All six of us do dangerous work for little.”
Lóránt recognised the scam, but asked, “You couldn’t leave?”
“Not when they have our passports, and we have no papers. Once our visas expire, we are forced into the army and sent to the frontline with little training. With a gun at my back, I’m forced to fight and almost die. Back then, death seemed like the only escape.”
Studying Cauã, his tragic tale sounded true. Like Lóránt, he had a prosthetic leg, both from a war that was drawing their lives together.
Rolling up his right trouser-leg, Lóránt felt ready to talk… amputee to amputee.
“You lost your leg fighting. I lost mine when my apartment was bombed. I’m free, but we must help you build your future. What do you need?”
While Nilda was translating, Lóránt looked at Janina. She smiled approvingly and then pointed at his leg and nodded.
Cauã replied, a broad grin on his face.
“He thanks you for your friendship and needs freedom to stay here and teach others The Beautiful Game,” said Nilda. “Cauã is not our enemy; Putin and his Kremlin cronies are.” Grinning, she added, “O jogo bonito.”
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.”
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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.
“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
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.”
Episode 38 of Freedom Flights sees the return to Chayka Field of an unexpected supporter with some new recruits, and who is met by a character who will remain forever. There’s also a hint or two about events in the next episode.
I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen in 2025.
Until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach the country, despite what some leaders threaten. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.
Each day, I worry about the Middle East conflict escalating, not only because it could threaten many of us globally, but also as it would shift the attention and support away from Ukraine, when peace negotiations could be achievable.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
Teniente Adelita Palomo grinned as she finished reading on her cellphone and handed it to her friend, Capitán Conchita Gutiérrez.
“Check out your guy’s feature on Ukrainian medevacs in Vuelo del Águila. As you expected, it’s excellent, and he suggests that readers with expertise volunteer, especially those who speak Ukrainian.”
To ensure best access to patients, the CH-146 cabin is configured to cross-load stretchers. Chris Thatcher Photo
Conchita took the phone and checked out the article by Aaron Garcia.
“As you say, ‘excellent’ and accurate. Not only does he mention the Night Witches, but he also sneaks us in by mentioning ‘the defensive role of Tiger Charlie flown by pilot, Capitán Gutiérrez & her co-pilot, Teniente Palomo’. We need to make a translation from Spanish for everyone else.”
She waved Major Kalyna Chayka over and explained the invaluable coverage to her and their plan to translate it.
“Good idea,” said Kalyna, after she’d scanned the piece. “I only know enough Spanish to now want to read your translation. Let me have it as soon as you can, and we’ll ensure everyone can see it. And not just our medevac team.”
“A couple in the squadron understand Spanish,” said Adelita. “We’ll let them know so they can spread the news.”
Shortly after Kalyna returned to the group she had come from, Mariyka Shevchuk announced the evening’s film from beside the restaurant’s screen.
“Tonight, we are screening two documentaries from the Ukrainian director, Alisa Kovalenko, starting with ‘We Will Not Fade Away’, a study of five Ukrainian teens and their brief escape from war on an expedition to the Himalayas. Filming took three years from 2019, mainly in Donbas, until the Russian invasion changed everything. Alisa went to fight on the front lines for four months before completing this documentary, then turned new footage from the frontlines into the film ‘My Dear Theo’, a video diary for her young son, which is our second screening after a brief interval.”
Mariyka paused before continuing, “ In 2023, Alisa said the first documentary ‘is not about the expedition, it’s not about the mountains or adventure therapy, it’s actually about the power of dreams and how you can still believe in your dreams when you are living in this kind of depressing place that isn’t very friendly to you and isn’t helping you to realise your goals. But you keep believing, and you put a lot of light in the middle of the darkness”.
The lights dimmed, and ‘We Will Not Fade Away’ started.
Monday, October 21st – Diplomatic Academy of Ukraine, Kyiv, Ukraine
The room in the Academy was packed for the speech by US Defence Secretary Lloyd Austin, who was visiting Ukraine for the fourth time. This visit was crucial amid some Russian battlefield gains and with the imminent US election in two weeks. Everyone was aware that if Donald Trump were elected president, he had already suggested that he would be more reluctant than President Biden to continue to support Ukraine, as he had promised to end the war swiftly, potentially on terms favourable to Moscow. This would deprive Kyiv of its most powerful military and financial backer.
Five of the Night Witches’ supportive journalists were seated together near the rear behind all the university students, professors, and government representatives.
“Can Lloyd Astin reassure Ukrainians that the US will continue its support?” asked Darina Kearney. “Or are his hands tied?”
“I’d guess the impending election will temper what he says,” said her sister, Clodagh, co-host of the Canadian podcast Kearney Encounter.
“Most likely,” added Jane Wetherby, with her Anglo-Canadian perspective. “However, I believe he’ll make veiled references to ongoing US support.”
“While praising the ongoing bravery and ingenuity of Ukrainians,” concluded Carita Forsström, reporting for Swedish Aero News.
Some late arrivals sneaked in quietly, including a familiar but unexpected colleague. Spanish journalist Aaron Garcia noticed and managed to obtain a seat next to them.
“I’ll explain later why I’m back in Ukraine… after Lloyd Austin has spoken.”
Hennadii Nadolenko, the Director of the Academy, introduced the US Defence Secretary, who then began his speech, thanking the Director and others who had made his visit possible. He said he would talk about Ukraine’s just war of self-defence and the road ahead, telling those who doubted the truth behind the struggle to ‘come to Kyiv’.
He continued by saying one must not forget how the war began.
“For years, Putin had harassed and assaulted the independent nation-state of Ukraine. On February 24, 2022, Putin crossed the line into an all-out invasion. And the Kremlin started the largest war in Europe since World War II. Now, Putin’s war of choice poses fundamental questions to every government and every person who seeks a decent and secure world.”
After posing and answering the questions, Lloyd Austin emphasised the importance of America and allies in supporting Ukraine against Russian aggression, with clear results as he explained.
“Now, this invasion hasn’t gone the way that the Kremlin planned. After 970 days of war, Putin has not achieved one single strategic objective. Not one. President Zelenskyy didn’t flee. Kyiv didn’t fall. And Ukraine didn’t fold.”
The five colleagues nodded as he addressed the immense price Russia had paid, especially in terms of lives. But he also emphasised the cruel cost for Ukraine.
“Now, Ukraine has suffered terribly at Putin’s hands. Since February 2022, according to the U.N., Russian forces have killed more than 11,000 Ukrainian civilians in verified civilian casualty incidents. And that includes more than 600 children. The U.N. says that Putin’s forces have bombed more than 250 Ukrainian schools and hospitals. And they’ve wrecked treasured sites of Ukrainian history, culture, and memory. But the Kremlin’s malice has not broken Ukraine’s spirit. Ukraine stands unbowed — and strengthened.”
When he finished describing Ukrainian resistance, and added that, “Ukraine’s defenders have brought inspiration to the world — and glory to Ukraine”, the audience responded enthusiastically.
‘Slava Ukraini!’
Once the shouts of the salute had died down, Lloyd Austin spoke about what America and the coalition of 50 countries in the Ukraine Defence Contact Group were doing to oppose Putin’s aggression.
“For anyone who thinks that American leadership is expensive — well, consider the price of American retreat,” he said after talking about the 58 billion dollars spent since February 2022. “In the face of aggression, the price of principle is always dwarfed by the cost of capitulation. Our allies and partners know that. And I’ve been proud to watch the pro-Ukraine coalition dig deep.”
Knowing how the Night Witches were themselves a coalition of various nationalities, the five colleagues nodded in agreement, especially as Austin outlined the support from various countries.
He emphasised the urgency of the situation, culminating in adding, “I know that the Kremlin’s war is a nightmare from which the Ukrainian people are trying to awake. But we should all understand that Putin’s assault is a warning. It is a sneak preview of a world built by tyrants and thugs — a chaotic, violent world carved into spheres of influence; a world where bullies trample their smaller neighbors; and a world where aggressors force free people to live in fear.”
As Jane Wetherby had predicted, the Defence Secretary explained America’s position.
“And make no mistake. The United States does not seek war with Russia. And even as Putin makes profoundly reckless and dangerous threats about nuclear war, we will continue to behave with the responsibility that the world rightly demands of a nuclear-armed state.
So, the United States will uphold our sworn NATO obligations. The United States will defend every inch of NATO territory. And the United States will get Ukraine what it needs to fight for its survival and security.”
The audience applauded, and when the clapping subsided, he focused on the central defenders, saying, “Ukraine does not belong to Putin. Ukraine belongs to the Ukrainian people. And Moscow will never prevail in Ukraine.”
Building to a fitting climax.
“Ukraine has chosen the course of courage. And so have we. My friends, you walk a hard road. But you do not walk it alone. Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless all who fight to defend freedom.”
Lloyd Austin’s speech was received with a standing ovation and enthusiastic cheering.
*
After obtaining some additional interviews with key participants, the five journalists found a coffee shop near the Academy. Once they had drinks and snacks, they found a table where they could discuss Lloyd Austin’s address.
Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky welcomes US Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin before their meeting in Kyiv on October 21, 2024. Ukrainian Presidential Press Service/Reuters
“A welcome contribution, but it won’t relieve our Ukrainian forces’ needs during a drawn-out conflict on multiple fronts,” replied Clodagh Kearney. “Darina and I will analyse that in our next podcast.”
Her sister nodded and then added, “Kearney Encounter will be expected to express an opinion before the election… probably live from Kyiv. If any of you would like to be guests, our followers would find your viewpoint fascinating.”
At first, nobody volunteered, but they all nodded in agreement. After a silence filled with drinking and munching, Carita Forsström spoke up.
“It would make a change for me. Count on my appearance. It offers me a different challenge from writing online articles for Swedish Aero News. Normally, I can perfect the pieces before submitting. And recording Austin’s presentation gives me time to assess what he said.”
“You mean like this quote,” said Jane, playing an extract:
‘America’s security demands that we stand up to Putin’s aggression. Ukraine matters to U.S. security for four blunt reasons. Putin’s war threatens European security. Putin’s war challenges our NATO allies. Putin’s war attacks our shared values. And Putin’s war is a frontal assault on the rules-based international order that keeps us all safe.’
“Exactly,” said Carita. “That alone answers all those who question why the West must support Ukraine.”
“Too many politicians spout Russia’s lies,” said Aaron Garcia. “That’s what I was trying to do with my Spanish readers. As a result of my first article, there were invaluable responses. I’m going to Poland tomorrow but will return shortly… possibly to our favourite squadron.”
Everyone grinned, and Jane said, “I will probably see you there then, as I’m going to that base with Carita. When we were told, ‘Ukrainian factories are now pumping out some of the best UAVs in the world, and experienced Ukrainian air defenders are protecting their forces and their families,’ I remembered our innovative and brave Night Witches.”
**
Saturday, October 26th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Sergeant Marusya Dudziarz drove the base’s minibus around to the rear of the main building. Her four passengers climbed out and were greeted by First Lieutenants Andżelika and Estera Sówka, and Chief Paramedic Osinniy.
Aaron Garcia embraced the trio before introducing his three compatriots.
“As emailed to you, Andżelika, these Spanish ladies are the volunteers for the Night Witches.” In turn, he introduced them: “Katiuska Rebeca Meléndez and her K9, Treka, are an experienced search and rescue team. Aitana Salcedo and Jacinta Garcia are qualified paramedics. There were three male volunteers, so I found them a posting with your former battalion, Osinniy.”
“Smart move,” said the Chief Paramedic. “Especially if they’re experienced.”
“The majors said to meet in the canteen,” said Marusya. “There may be others there, not on duty… like those back from dawn patrols.”
*
Lieutenant Polina Moroz was waiting for Marusya when they arrived in the canteen.
“Was driving the bus a relaxing change from co-piloting our Tiger?”
“No way. Lutsk gets busy when the train from Poland gets in. Flying there’s no aerial traffic, unless you count Russian missiles and drones on the night shift.”
Everyone chuckled.
Aaron noted that the Chayka majors had entered and were gesturing at a large table that was free.
“Do you want to join us, Marusya… Polina?”
“No thanks,” said Polina. “We need to eat quickly and then run our pre-flight checks before this evening’s patrol.”
The others joined Kalyna and Vasy at the large table, and Aaron introduced the new volunteers as they sat down.
“You’ve done us proud, Aaron,” said Kalyna. “We shouldn’t be surprised after your inspirational article in Vuelo del Águila.”
Jacinta hugged him enthusiastically, kissing him on the cheeks.
At that moment, Capitán Conchita Gutiérrez appeared in the doorway with her co-pilot Teniente Adelita Palomo. Conchita glowered at Aaron as he kissed the younger woman.
She stormed over and slapped Aaron. Then she turned to Jacinta and screamed.
“Who are you to be molesting my man. You didn’t expect me to turn up so soon…”
“I’m his sister, Jacinta… and a volunteer paramedic. You must be the fearless Conchita. My brother talks about you all the time.”
The pilot looked stunned and unsure how to respond. Aaron saved her by explaining.
“Judged understandably by my past behaviour. Please, trust me next time and believe when I say this is my only sister. Our other siblings are all macho brothers.” He turned to the majors. “Any key developments since I left last month?”
The cousins glanced at each other, and Vasy answered.
“On the day you left, Thursday, September 26th, Nadia Lysenko escaped from Kursk with Dasha Isakova in a captured Russian fighter jet. Another French helicopter pilot with Ukrainian ancestry, Lieutenant Cateline Ivanova, joined us. Otherwise, the training on NATO jets continues at Dęblin in Poland-”
“And the Russians continue to launch missiles, rockets, and drones incessantly almost every night, and often in the day,” added Kalyna. “Of course, they claim they’re targeting military objectives, despite hitting mainly civilian targets. Meanwhile, we need to develop our defensive strategy. Our jets can only leapfrog between bases when they’re not hidden here.”
Jane Wetherby and Carita Forsström came into the canteen, chatting to some ground crew. They left their chat when they saw the Spanish gathering and headed over.
“Now we understand, Aaron, why you came here via Poland,” said Jane. “At least, you seem to be justified in not joining us for the Kearney Encounter.”
He allowed the volunteers to introduce themselves after he’d told them who Jane and Carita worked for.
As the canteen filled with pilots and ground crew, many came over to thank Aaron for the article in Vuelo del Águila, which had been translated into Ukrainian and English. Nadia Lysenko and Aleks Górski were among the last and pulled up chairs to join the group.
“I’m so glad you made it back, Nadia,” said Aaron. “I worried about you and the others in Kursk when the rumours about ruthless North Koreans arriving in Russia began to circulate.”
“I only encountered vicious Russians,” replied Nadia. “However, Ukrainian military intelligence officially proved the rumours as fact on Wednesday. The first North Korean soldiers should be deployed in Kursk Oblast over this weekend.”
“I pray our forces continue to hold ground captured around Sudzha,” said Aleks. “We need the ongoing morale boost in the current climate.”
Everyone agreed in gestures and words. Then the Spanish recruits discussed their duties with the officers while the journalists aired their fears about the November 5th U.S. presidential vote.
“I fear the former Republican president, Donald Trump, being re-elected,” said Jane. “From both a Canadian and a European perspective, he proved dangerous in his first term.”
“It’s proving to be a closer race than expected,” said Aaron. “Even after President Biden withdrew, making Vice President Kamala Harris the Democratic candidate. After hearing their Defence Secretary lay out the Administration’s strategy for Ukraine, her election should be best for Ukraine and Europe.”
“Especially as Trump was antagonistic towards NATO last time, calling it ‘obsolete’. He might be claiming to end this war in 24 hours, but in whose favour?” asked Carita. “Moscow’s? Russia is already interfering in our elections. Will Moldova keep its pro-West president on November 3rd? Will Trump be inaugurated in January?
“He blames NATO countries for expecting the US to defend them,” said Jane. “Although some of those, such as Britain, Canada, Germany, Poland, and France, fought alongside the US in the Global War on Terrorism.”
“That was a global military campaign started by the Republican Bush Administration following the September 11 attacks in 2001,” said Nadia. “I had friends from the French forces in Afghanistan, some of whom lost friends, even partners. Let’s pray this war doesn’t escalate… although the casualties are already too horrific.”
The table went quiet, and the silence spread as everyone knew someone who had given their life for Ukraine’s peace and freedom.
This is Episode 28 of Freedom Flights. This episode continues with events that began in the last episode.
Since the Kursk incursion now involves two Night Witches and in December is ongoing, this won’t be the last visit to Kursk. However, the first engagements with F-16s will now definitely be in Episode 29, and the Witches will be able to use other NATO jets in their arsenal.
Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
Tuesday, August 6th – Sudzha, Kursk Oblast, Russia
Kapitan Nadia Lysenko trusted her comrades not to betray their numerical predicament while she distracted the Russian conscripts. Eventually, the fifteen special forces returned with Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko, and they could learn what the citizens of Sudzha wanted.
The Russian commander, Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov, agreed to negotiate over strong black tea with Lukyan and Nadia as the special forces scouted Sudzha again with Black Hornets.
“I can reassure you that nobody should come looking for us,” said Abrasha. “Even if anyone heard the shots. It is important that nobody gets killed, especially no civilians. Some are Ukrainian, some are Russian, and others are both. Nobody wants this city destroyed, please.”
“We will use your BMP-3 to enter the city with you as our means to approach your comrades. However, first, your men will remain here under armed guard, including our helicopter mini-gunner.”
“I believe I can trust her not to massacre them, although we know some dishonourable mercenaries who shoot their own comrades in the back. You have a second request?”
Lukyan nodded and then said, “The second is that eight of my men will be with us in the BMP while others remain close by using drones to watch what happens, and our snipers will ensure everything goes smoothly.”
*
Lieutenant Makarov directed the BMP-3 into Sudzha with guns at his back, so he stuck to Lukyan’s plan. Corporal Ruslan Medved drove with his friend Danylo as the gunner. Other than the nine special forces in the vehicle, there were two drone operators and two snipers shadowing them as they drove towards the undermanned barrack house.
Outside the building, a 2nd Lieutenant greeted Abrasha.
“We’re glad you’re back after that shooting. What happened? We need you for a serious card game, Abrasha.”
“Just practice shooting. Who’s inside, Dimitri…. enough for a game? Becos’ first, I have good news you all must hear now.”
“I’ll get the guys. There’s only four, as most went with you, except the two patrolling the neighbourhood.”
While Dimitri was fetching his comrades, six special forces slipped out and took up positions out of sight. A Black Hornet settled on a windowsill and another on a parked pickup.
When the four conscripts emerged with Dimitri, he shouted for Abrasha, who reappeared in his commander’s position in the BMP. As he talked, three special forces slipped into the barrack house.
“When we were sent to Sudzha, we befriended its people. And what did they ask us?”
“To protect them,” said Dimitri. “They prayed the war would never come here.”
“And it won’t,” said another conscript. “We’d ensure their safety.”
“How?” asked Abrasha. “By fighting for them? Or by persuading the enemy to protect them?’
The conscripts talked among themselves. Then Dimitri spoke for them.
“We’ve heard what happens to towns trapped in the middle of this war. They get destroyed, and the people lose everything. Do you agree, sir?”
“I do. For you, my men, and for the people we swore to protect. This is why the Ukrainian special forces are allowing you to surrender, and they promise to protect Sudzha and its people.”
“Will they execute us?” asked yet another conscript. “Isn’t it what they do?”
“No. That’s what immoral officers order. These won’t, as we would be POWs protected under the rules of war.”
“Where do we go to surrender?” asked Dimitri.
“Just turn round, and we must walk inside.”
Dimitri led the conscripts inside, and soon, Abrasha was followed by Lukyan and his forces.
*
The six men left to guard the relaxed prisoners could hear messages from the main incursion force, who were meeting minor resistance. While Cecilija kept a watch from her gun position, she was aware that Aline and Nadia were monitoring and then jamming Russian transmissions, having kept notes of key messages.
Eventually, they all heard Lukyan’s message.
“Thankfully, we have negotiated the bloodless surrender of the last six members of Lieutenant Makarov’s garrison. A truck will bring five more prisoners and further instructions. The rest of us are going to discuss terms with the Eastern Sudzha Garrison in twenty minutes. Sierra Two over.”
The crew had discussed the implications of some messages for Sudzha, so Nadia said, “From Russian messages intercepted, we believe a contingent of ultra-nationalist Russians is heading for southeast Sudzha determined to use the city to stop the invasion. Does this change your plan? Sierra One over.”
“We’ll discuss this development, then call you back. Sierra Two out.”
The crew and Danylo discussed their options until they knew more.
“Five more prisoners takes them up to nineteen,” said Cecilija. “Which means we are ten, counting the driver, so we are outnumbered… but armed. How do Ukrainian special forces usually deal with prisoners, Danylo?”
He hesitated and then said, “Normally, we fight the enemy for longer, and many more are killed. These guys are recruits who were never trained to fight, and that’s unusual. Normally, my sympathy for POWs depends on whether they attempted to oppose the war.”
“Like Larisa Kovalyov, an opponent and now one of our chief mechanics,” said Nadia. “We need reinforcements if Lukyan doesn’t get back soon.”
“How near is the main force?” asked Aline. “They must be close, given they have armoured units, and they set off after us expecting minimal resistance.”
Nadia checked the radar-generated digital map.
“Within a kilometre on the main road, so I better meet them.”
She jumped out and legged it as she heard Cecilija call the senior guard over. With reinforcements, the dilemma was resolved.
A Marder 1A3 came around the bend and slowed when the commander saw her. She realised the machine gun was pointed at her, so raised her arms.
“I’m Kapitan Nadia Lysenko from the Sierra spearhead. Our helicopter is over there.”
The commander noted her Ukrainian flag plus her UAF badge and then told her to clamber onto the Marder. His driver followed her instructions, and they parked beside the truck from Sudzha and just beyond the NH90 Caïman. Six soldiers dismounted, followed by the commander, driver, and gunner.
The commander introduced himself while two Stryker infantry carrier vehicles drove towards the gathering.
“I’m Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz of the 80th Air Assault Brigade. Mission code: Tango. We wondered why the Russian defences were in a shambles. We’ve even had soldiers fleeing towards us. These can’t be all your troops. Where are they?”
“Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko commands the Sierra Spearhead. He negotiated the bloodless surrender of these conscripts from the Southern Sudzha Garrison.” She glanced at her watch. “Their commander is aiding his imminent negotiations with the Eastern Sudzha Garrison. We can delay them if we act now.”
“Let me talk to him. I may have crucial news.”
Nadia led Mykhail into the Sierra as the two M1126 Stryker pulled in alongside the Marder.
“Any news from Lukyan?” said Nadia. ”Lieutenant Moroz needs to talk to him urgently.”
“He’s returning since the advance brigade was due to arrive,” said Aline
Within minutes, the BMP parked behind the NH90 Caïman. Lukyan climbed out, followed by Abrasha between Ruslan and Danylo.
Nadia led them inside the Sierra, where Mykhail was talking to Cecilija and Aline.
“I didn’t realise our flying ladies were from the awesome Night Witches”
“He’s Polina’s brother… you know Lukyan, our brilliant Tiger pilot with the goal-scoring leg,” said Nadia. “Anyway, Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko, meet Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz of the 80th Air Assault Brigade.”
“Mykhail, this is Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov, Commander of the Southern Sudzha Garrison, who all surrendered to us. Nine of my men have occupied their building to monitor troop radio communications in the city.”
“My 2nd Lieutenant, Dimitri, also wants to help avoid citizens dying,” said Abrasha.
“Too late,” said Mykhail. “Drone surveillance has confirmed a contingent of ultra-nationalist Russians is heading here from the southeast determined to make Sudzha the invasion’s graveyard, whatever the cost.”
“You have to stop them, please,” said Abrasha, and then smiled. “I’m stupid, a Russian officer asking Ukrainian officers to attack another Russian force.”
“How can we trust you?” said Nadia. “You fired on us.”
“Only after you fired first. Our shot was only a warning.”
“As were ours. You did surrender very quickly. Unlike real soldiers,” said Nadia, shaking her head.
“What do you really want, Abrasha? Prison or home?” asked Mykhail.
“If I had a choice.” He paused, closing his eyes. “I dreamt of joining the Freedom for Russia Battalion and fighting against a regime oppressing dissenters. But that meant leaving… before mobilisation kicked in.”
“Does anyone share your view?” asked Lukyan.
“Most, although put to the test, a few might run.”
Not all nineteen Russian conscripts were willing to die for Ukraine and a better Russia; five felt POW status had more advantages. The fourteen who stood with their commander had to be divided among the four vehicles, although Lukyan agreed to shadow five, plus Abrasha. All of them knew a false move could see them taken prisoner again…. Or worse.
The 2nd Self-propelled Artillery Battalion from the 116th Separate Mechanized Brigade had also arrived with three AS-90s, along with a few soldiers already guarding three prisoners and willing to guard another five. Their three armoured self-propelled guns were set up to cover the southeast approaches using spotter drones to target the ultra-nationalist Russians
Mykhail took his Marder and two M1126 Stryker vehicles to block the southeast approaches to ensure any survivors, after the artillery barrage, were halted.
The Sierra crew waited while Ruslan drove Lukyan and his remaining special forces to the southern garrison building in Sudzha, followed by the garrison truck. Inside, Lukyan and Abrasha checked on the progress monitoring radio communications in the town.
“Every garrison seems aware some kind of cross-border raid has occurred,” said the corporal in charge. “However, they are unaware of the scale or that we have a foothold in Sudzha.”
“I have also convinced them that this garrison is still in Russian hands,” said Dimitri. “But a word from Lieutenant Makarov would reassure them.”
At a nod from Lukyan, Abrasha went to the radio.
“This is Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov. Apologies for my absence. I’ve been patrolling to the southwest in our BMP and saw no sign of the enemy, although we heard distant artillery fire. I’ll now be patrolling further east. Makarov out.”
He switched off and then turned to Lukyan.
“Should I have said more?”
“Not yet. First, everyone needs to know that along with Kapitan Nadia Lysenko and Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz of the 80th Air Assault Brigade, we have provisionally accepted fourteen of the conscripts under Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov’s command as mercenaries within the Ukrainian Ground Forces. All of them know a false move could see them taken prisoner again…. or worse. I hope there are no objections.”
He paused, but everyone nodded and remained silent.
“Dimitri, these men have observed you and know your beliefs. Do you want to fight for us against Putin’s minions, or do you want to be a POW and go home?”
He glanced around at the Ukrainians and hesitated before deciding.
“I’m with my commander. I share his principles. What next?”
Lukyan looked around the room.
“Time for this garrison to visit their Eastern neighbours. But there’s not enough room in the BMP, so Abrasha and Dimitri travel inside, and two of your guys ride outside. I’ll be inside with nine of my team. The other ten will take the truck with three of your guys. Corporal Ruslan Medved knows what to do next. Let’s go.”
Outside, they rearranged the two vehicles and left in opposite directions.
Ruslan pulled up alongside the Sierra and ordered everyone to board her.
“Tell the crew to prepare for takeoff… with your help if needed, clearing the camouflage. I’ll be back in a few. Wait for me, please.”
He waved and then drove to where Tango Four, the 2nd Self-propelled Artillery Battalion, had parked their support vehicles. He handed the keys to a trustworthy-looking sergeant.
“Present from the Russians via Special Forces. Treat her nicely. And tell the gunners to give the helicopter time to get away to the northeast.”
Grabbing his equipment from the cab, he then sprinted back to the NH90 Caïman and jumped in.
“Glad you could make it, Corporal Medved,” said Nadia. “We’re ready for takeoff. Where to this evening, somewhere exotic?”
“I wish. I’m afraid it’s not yet that. Head due east towards Makhnovka, but try to detect the Russians approaching from the southeast.”
Nadia lifted Sierra off while Aline scanned all around.
“Enemy one kilometre ahead and heading towards Sudzha,” said Aline. “Evade or engage?”
“Evade. Cecilija, transmit our false Russian ID, and then intercept their transmissions. Radio their position to all Tango units,” said Ruslan. “Pilots, keep heading east until out of range of artillery fire. Then head north until you can find a safe landing so my team can support Tango armour.”
“Understood,” said Aline. “We have located a safe landing near Tango armour’s location”
Nadia landed Sierra on the west bank of the river that eventually ran through Sudzha. The special forces jumped out, and all but two moved off towards the distant armoured vehicles. The remaining two soldiers helped Cecilija set up the helicopter’s miniguns and then introduced themselves.
“I’m Albina, and the quiet guy is Demyan. We volunteered to help you guard our best form of transport around here. He may not say much, but he’s a great gunner. I’m just a sniper, so I’ll fetch my weapon of choice.”
She emerged from the rear of the NH90 Caïman with a long rifle in two pieces and dressed in a ghillie suit and carrying night gear.
“Is that a SnipeX Alligator,” asked Nadia. “Some of our Night Witches stopped one of the main smuggling rings trying to obtain them for the enemy.”
“Great work,” said Albina. “I’d hate to think I was going out there and facing a Russian with such a deadly weapon.”
She jumped lightly out of Sierra and walked into the night.
“I’ll be covering you from the trees on the rise,” said Albina on her income. “I should have the range to also take out Russians threatening our guys.”
*
The artillery barrage lit up the night sky. From the frantic Russian orders, Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz knew that they were in disarray but still heading for Sudzha… and towards his concealed armoured units. He had ensured the Marder and two Strykers would ambush the enemy where they would be squeezed between the steep ground and mined hedges. His thirty infantry were positioned to keep the Russians pinned down.
Once they were in range, his Marder gunner fired the 20 mm Rheinmetall MK20 Rh202 autocannon’s armour-piercing rounds at the lead Russian tank, blowing its turret off. The first Stryker opened fire with its .50 calibre M2 Browning machine gun as crew and infantry scurried for cover. The second Stryker pounded the other enemy vehicles with its 40mm MK19 grenade launcher as the Marder continued to disable armour.
However, some Russian infantry scaled the steep ground, attempting to outflank the Tango ambush. The concealed soldiers shot some, while others were taken down by the special forces coming up the road behind them. An unseen sniper took out those who fled east towards the NH90 Caïman.
*
Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko was attempting to convince an intractable commander when the Tango barrage occurred.
“How do you justify that?” the commander asked, as his garrison’s radio clearly picked up Russians being attacked and heading for Sudzha and sanctuary.”
“They’re the ones who will get Sudzha destroyed,” said Lieutenant Abrasha Makarov. “They don’t care about our citizens. Who are we meant to be protecting? Them or ourselves?”
The sound of fighting grew louder as the ultra-Russians ran into the Tango ambush.
“My duty is to my comrades in arms. You’ll have to choose Makarov. I’m no traitor like you.”
Lukyan ordered half of his men to help Makarov while the other half took the BMP to help Tango. He stayed with Makarov.
*
Snipex Alligator- Сергій Воронков
Albina realised some of the Russians had launched a Kamikaze drone to hunt her down. There was no way she could radio for help without alerting the drone.
The drone scoured the ground using the last position where she’d been spotted. It tracked closer.
A second drone moved above her. Taking a shot might be her last act. But the second drone disabled the first, captured it and carried it across to the helicopter.
Albina rose and ran in a zig-zag crouch down the rise. Shots whizzed past her as the pursuing Russians kept firing. A bullet winged her, and she tumbled to the ground, rolling. Her heart was pounding as she crawled to Demyan, who grabbed her and her precious Alligator. He heaved her into the NH90 Caïman, which was lifting into the air as Albina blacked out.
Aline flew low over the trees on the rise, then dropped lower so Cecilija could strafe the Russians, reacting too late to the appearance of a helicopter.
“How close can we land to you, Tango One?” asked Nadia. “Sierra over.”
“We’ve cleared an area where the road divides in a V. Flare marks the far edge. Tango out.”
Three armoured vehicles secured the three roads, and Aline landed where indicated.
“Manned roadblocks also secure the perimeter of the area,” said Mykhail. “The are some armed Russians attempting to regroup, but Lukyan and his Special Forces are gradually eliminating them unless they flee back into Sudzha.”
“How many casualties?” asked Nadia.
Mykhail contacted his officers for their figures.
Five minutes later, he knew.
“18 seriously wounded needing treatment, ten walking wounded, and seven dead. Four of the fatalities were our Russian allies killed when the Eastern Garrison refused to surrender. One has gone AWOL, the 2nd Lieutenant called Dimitri.”
“When are the seriously wounded likely to get treated?” asked Nadia.
“Not until the medical units reach us,” replied Mykhail. “If you can medivac them, they have a better chance.”
Nadia went to talk with her crew sisters in Sierra about the seriously wounded.
“Nineteen with Albina,” said Cecilija. “She’s losing blood. If the armoured vehicles have stretchers, I could cannibalise a medivac bay.”
*
Thirty minutes later, Cecilija had a usable medivac bay and Nadia was persuading Lukyan of their plan.
“It’s a risk, but the front can be crossed,” said Nadia. “Enemy surveillance won’t expect a Ukrainian helicopter flying out of Russia, and we can ensure our side expects us. Are you sure you don’t need us?”
“Totally sure, and many thanks for another exceptional flight here. But I need a favour,” said Lukyan. “Ruslan Medved is seriously wounded and on his way. Save him, please.. for his sister.”
Nadia agreed and turned to her crew sisters.
“Can we take one more patient? We need to consider weight and fuel.”
Cecilija calculated all the parameters but shook her head.
“We can’t ditch the guns as this return flight is more dangerous,” said Nadia.
“What about Albina’s Alligator?” asked Aline.
“It’s too light and too dangerous in enemy hands,” said Nadia, noting how the armoured seats had become part of the medivac bay.
When Ruslan arrived inside the BMP, Nadia noted his build.
“He’s heavy set, and there’s a simple solution,” said Nadia. “I’m taking the next flight out. Probably you guys when you persuade Maksym you’re essential,”
She jumped out and slid the main left-hand door shut, ignoring the protests. She walked towards Mykhail.
This is Episode 26 of Freedom Flights. This episode concludes events in early July and sets up events in August that precipitate occurrences throughout September.
Although the Kursk incursion doesn’t directly involve the Night Witches, I am unable to ignore it and so this episode’s actions lead into Episode 27, which includes Kursk as well as the first engagements with F-16s. However, the Witches might get to use other NATO jets in their arsenal.
Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
Episode 26 – Deceptive Intuition
2024
Tuesday, July 16th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Nadia Lysenko and Aleks Górski discussed their possible role before entering the Squadron Command Centre for the 0600 meeting with the Special Forces team.
“They need volunteers to fly a helicopter with Special Forces troops somewhere covert,” said Nadia. “Perun from Sikorsky Brigade suggested we had the right craft for such an operation.”
“Anatol is here to help Janina Patriksson and her team modify the helicopter,” said Aleks. ”Are you ready to join a crazy crew?”
“Probably when we learn more.”
They arrived outside the Command Centre as Ruslan Medved and his comrades went in, so they joined them.
Lieutenant Petrenko was sitting beside Maksym Bondarenko and the Chayka majors. Maksym opened the briefing.
“Last night, we were unable to discuss why Special Forces needed to approach the 2022 Night Witches Squadron. I’ll let Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko explain.”
The dark-haired sturdy officer stood and surveyed the select group.
“Everything you hear here is highly classified as is everything connected to this operation. I have been tasked by my superiors within Ukraine’s Special Operations Forces with finding the best helicopter pilot to fly a crack unit behind enemy lines on a secret mission.”
“What are the criteria?” asked Perun sitting aloof from the others.
“It was suggested that someone in your Sikorsky Brigade must have the expertise to sneak in low and fast flying a suitable helicopter. Yet, you say this squadron has more modern craft and a pilot experienced at flying special forces behind enemy lines.”
Lukyan looked at Nadia.
“Kapitan Nadia Lysenko, please tell me about your military experience before joining the Night Witches?”
Nadia stood and saluted.
“Before I joined the Night Witches and became Ukrainian, sir, I served in the French Air and Space Force. I flew with the 4th Special Forces Helicopter Regiment, primarily attached to the 13th Battalion Chasseurs Alpins and saw action low-level flying a Eurocopter Cougar to get the troops in and out, sometimes flying a Eurocopter Tiger to harass and defend, like Afghanistan in 2011. Also, I flew missions in the 2nd Ivorian Civil War in 2011. Seven years later in northern Mali, I flew for the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment as my previous commander said I was ‘adept at surprising the enemy by coming in very fast and low’… a reputation I aimed to keep.”
“Impressive and no doubt exactly the pilot we need. However, can any of your helicopters here match or exceed 300 km/h?”
He grinned mischievously.
“Not in our current inventory, sir,” said Nadia. “But in the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment, I flew NH90 Tactical Transport Helicopters… abbreviated to TTH. The 4th Special Forces Helicopter Regiment took delivery of 18 in 2023, so if I could persuade either of my former commanders to lease us one, an NH90 has the speed and stealth capabilities for a covert mission into enemy territory.”
Lukyan smiled and nodded towards Maksym.
“It seems your Kapitan Lysenko knows our minds. Let me introduce everyone to Kapitan Lysenko’s former comrade, Lieutenant Aline Bonheur.” He gestured to a lithe redhead who emerged from a side door.
Nadia and Aline embraced, kissing each other twice on the cheek and exchanging a flurry of French.
Lukyan coughed politely, and the two French pilots snapped to attention.
“Apologies Lieutenant Petrenko, it’s been four months since we served together in the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment,” said Aline. “As agreed between Kyiv and Paris, I flew one NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 to a secure location in Poland where its French roundels were changed to Ukrainian roundels and trident insignia and your night camouflage were added. The NH90 is here in a ground-floor hangar bay.”
There were surprised murmurs from everyone
NH90 TTH Caïman transport helicopter of the French ALAT (Light Aviation of the Army): (Photo Stéphane GIMARD)
“Excellent. This Caïman is the French Army designation for the NH90 TTH Standard 2 variant for special ops,” said Lukyan. “As Nadia correctly observed the NH90 will match or exceed 300 km/h… with any modifications engineers can make. It also has stealth features like the infrared suppression system of exhaust gases for decreased sensory visibility against heat-seeking missiles.
“Also,” added Aline, “According to Airbus Helicopters, the NH90 possesses the lowest radar signature in its class, principally due to its diamond-shaped composite fuselage.”
Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth and Chief Warrant Officer Janina Patriksson studied schematics on one of the room’s screens.
“These NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 diagrams show a few areas where modifications could be made,” said Janina. “But I’m unsure whether we have all the right material here.”
“We probably do at Dęblin, but the University might not be such a secure location to work in unnoticed,” added Anatol.
Lukyan nodded. “That is why we came here to prepare, while the main incursion force gathers as if ready to reinforce front-line positions. However, I’m not a party yet as to where or when the incursion occurs. For now, we’ll be training while the NH90 Caïman is being modified. Any questions?”
Ruslan’s friend Danylo raised his hand.
“Where are we training? Is there a suitable area here?”
Kalyna whispered to Lukyan and he nodded.
“An all-female security unit patrols this base. Your mission is to enter at the northwest end and reach the hangar at the northeast end. Enter and identify the hostage before he or she is executed… and without all being captured or killed.”
“Should be easy,” said Danylo.
“Not when GROM, the Polish Special Forces, trained our security unit,” replied Nadia. “And some are K9 handlers.”
“This will be a night mission,” said Lukyan. “Commencing any time tonight after 2100. Both sides will use non-lethal Simunition which Chayka will supply. As usual wear body armor and headgear. I advise caution when engaging with K9s though as they are highly trained. However, if confronted by drones, shoot to disable them. If there are no questions, you are dismissed. Debrief at 0800.”
Kalyna stood and addressed the special forces.
“If you wait here, First Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka of the Night Owls will take you to our armoury to equip you with all the Simunition supplies you’ll need tonight. Take time to familiarize yourself with the equipment. Be aware that the base is now on lockdown. Janina, the floor is yours. ”
Janina waved the two pilots over to where she and Anatol studied the schematics.
“We’ve identified where we might commence testing for modifications. Aline, I’ll call the rest of our engineering team, and you can take us to your NH90.”
After four hours of analyzing the modifications feasible on the NH90 Caïman, the engineering team started implementing what seemed achievable, especially when Anatol could acquire crucial equipment and materials from Dęblin.
“I’ve been worrying for an hour or more about one key oversight,” said Nadia to Aline when they slipped down to the Zvenigora Restaurant for an early evening meal.
“Which you failed to mention earlier to everyone. Why?” asked her friend.
“Because I wanted to talk to you first… alone. Do you know anything about the terms under which we’re using this helicopter? Is it still a French craft or Ukrainian? Are we meant to return it relatively unscathed? Most importantly, will our ‘improvements’ be acceptable to the ultimate owners?”
“I guess it’s still the property of the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment or French Army Light Aviation. I hope ‘our improvements’ will be appreciated. However, my commander’s parting words were ‘Don’t let any sensitive technologies fall into enemy hands or’… well you can guess what the Lieutenant colonel said.”
“What would that be, cherie?” asked a flirtatious journalist. “I’m this squadron’s friend, aren’t I Nadia? Your friend looks to have sensitive armes d’amour.”
“Moi? I’m as lithe as a jungle cat and my claws are too sharp for you.”
“Meow. Your claws or the armaments on the NH90 you landed masterfully this morning. Tell me more about this beauty. Will you let Nadia fly her?”
At that moment, Andżelika and Estera Sówka arrived and hurriedly escorted Aaron Garcia out of the restaurant protesting his innocence so all the customers heard.
“Let’s follow,” said Nadia. “This should be interesting if I know what they’re up to.”
She paid for their meal and then they followed.
Estera turned and grinned as she spoke.
“Do you want to join this game and add some spice? You’d be perfect.”
“What’s this all about?” asked Aaron, voice wavering. “I was only flirting. It was harmless.”
“You’ll see when we’ve tied you up,” said Andżelika and chuckled.
Surprised by Aaron’s sudden removal from the restaurant by her fellow Night Owls, Anhelina Tkachuk wondered if the night exercise had started. Except it was still 19.45.
“Don’t worry, you’ve got another hour,” helicopter pilot Polina Moroz said. “Plenty of time to finalise tomorrow’s arrangements to see your cousin Olha at Superhumans.”
“They’re expecting all four of us,” added Olha’s flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko. “Including Estera since she agreed to drive the old Toyota truck with the donations for the centre.”
“Five if I’m allowed to bring Quetzal?”
“Of course. She’s a service dog… who will flatten a special forces guy tonight.”
They all cheered for Anhelina’s red & white Siberian Husky.
*
Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
The special forces unit crouched off the road into the airbase ten minutes before the exercise commenced.
“What was the final Night Owls count? Any change from your tally, Ruslan?” asked Lukyan. “Remember from here on use call signs.”
“Understood Panther. No change from 12 GROM trained with four K9s.”
“OK, Lynx. Same numbers now our reinforcements were sneaked in. But they’re on home ground. Spare the Simunition as we’ve shared it out. Use unarmed combat rather than weapons. Infiltrate in fours along the four agreed routes. Slava Ukrayini.”
*
Kalyna and Vasy studied the monitors in the Saab MSHORAD as Aslög used the hidden Giraffe AMB radar to sweep the northwest end of the base, assisted by drones designed to detect armed humans.
“Strange there are now sixteen intruders. Unfortunately, we’re only observers. However, our eighteen Owls will handle them, especially with five K9s, ensuring all approaches are covered,” said Kalyna.
“Our task,” said Vasy, “Is to ensure the real enemy doesn’t use the exercise as cover for a sneak attack. At least Sable Flight is patrolling around Lusk to protect them and us, while Gold Flight is covering Lviv’s northern flank. Everyone else is on standby. Tamila Medved volunteered to run the Command Centre tonight until I return.”
*
Lukyan looked at his watch, 2100. He directed Puma’s four on the far side of the road to infiltrate along the southern fence line.
Then he launched a spotter drone towards the main buildings hoping to detect defenders protecting the concealed hangars. There was no movement, only a large black vehicle with ground-to-air missiles mounted ready for launch.
“Hopefully for the enemy not us,’ he whispered to his team before they moved forward a few metres in a crouch.
Silence. A solitary bird call which he struggled to identify until another answered.
“Night Owls. They’ve spotted us. But where are they?”
Suddenly a burst of gunfire shattered the calm. But the team couldn’t see anything with their night equipment.
“The shots were towards the southern fence,” said Leopard. “Will Puma cope?’
*
Using the southern fence line, the Puma team made progress until gunfire forced them to crawl into cover searching for the combatants.
“Has one of our teams found the first line of defense?” asked Cheetah. “Or do we sneak past and make for the objective.”
“Mission first,” said Puma. “Anyway, we don’t have a team in the centre. Only Panther by the buildings.”
“This must be a trap,” said Cougar. “We’re wise to ignore it.”
As they continued they heard a flight of jets take off heading towards Kyiv.
The sound muffled the whispering engine of a drone overhead observing them.
*
Andżelika and Estera Sówka chuckled as their two drones tracked the groups that hadn’t walked into the sound effect trap. Alicja Dubicka lowered the tape machine’s volume gradually and switched it off.
The Night Owls split into two groups of three plus a K9 unit as a less noticeable tracker while they followed the teams.
*
All three of the Panther team heard the drone at once. Jaguar got the nod to disable it
“We’ve got to be faster,” said Panther. “A real enemy would’ve killed us. I suspect the Owls have surrounded us. Our first objective is to check if that missile launcher is neutral or hostile.”
Once they had surrounded the launcher, Kalyna stepped out.
“Welcome to Chayka Field’s main ground defence, Saab’s MSHORAD. We’re just observing your exercise while watching for the real enemy. Rather than give your opponents an advantage, Lieutenant, we’ll save the tour for tomorrow.”
Aneta Filipek and her Owl colleague, recruited at Dęblin, waited in a hidden trench for a Sówka team to appear behind the approaching intruders.
A shot winged the rear figure and his three colleagues dived for the bushes hiding the trench.
But Aneta and her colleague had perfect shots lined up, so they ordered the men to surrender as a dog growled behind the trio.
“Taika, ground,” said his handler Aldona Jagoda.
“Guess you Polish ladies outwitted us,” said Panther. “But at what cost? Half your owls to capture just a few of ours. Now you have to guard us.”
“Aneta and Aldona. Lock them up in the cellar and then join us,” said Estera.
The Panther team were escorted into the trench built under part of the main terminal. They were led through a concealed door into a small room with two beds, a stove and a kettle. At the back was a cage in which the trio were locked with water and rye bread.
“There’s a bunk bed and we’ll return before the debrief. Escape is futile with concrete all around you,” said Aneta.
Taika barked a warning.
*
Zyta Sadowska and another Owl recruit waited in a trench under an abandoned armoured car. A ladder led up to makeshift bunks. A machine gun was planned to increase the position’s strength.
Zyta was looking out of the gunport when she spied a drone scanning ahead of approaching hostiles. She was tempted to disable it, but that would give their position away.
The lead gestured at the AC and his team of four stealthily moved around the vehicle.
One fired into the trench and Zyta heard her comrade scream. Her attacker shouted, “Inside”.
She slammed the AC hatch closed and bolted the rear doors. Then as she was about to shoot the drone, one of the squadron’s capture drones neutralized it and it fell groundward. Before it hit the earth, Mariyka Shevchuk caught it in a large butterfly net.
“First successful use of our ground-launched capture device without damaging the target. Our special forces visitors should be pleased to get this back intact plus some Chayka capture drones.”
Andżelika was watching the feed from their spotter drone which none of the escaping quartet had noted.
“They’re heading across the runway to the control tower where I hope Estera’s group are waiting to spring the next trap.”
*
Confronted by the woodland behind the terminal, Ruslan and the Lynx team had reached the same conclusion as Danylo and the Ocelot team.
“If they hide jets in here, Owls are going to be tough to find before they wing us,” said Ruslan. ”Lynx team will take the northern perimeter while Ocelot skirts the buildings thus evading the trees.”
Everyone agreed to regroup at the end of the woodland before the final approach to the hangar.
*
There was almost no light in the hangar, a single bulb where the three hostages were tied in chairs fastened to a central girder.
The rest of the space was dark except where shafts of moonlight revealed skeletons of ancient planes, covered with a shroud of cobwebs.
Aaron glanced into the shadows where he feared the guards were lurking and listening to his questions. Why didn’t Nadia or Aline know anything?
He leaned closer so the guards couldn’t hear.
“Is it something about this NH90 Caïman? I’ve seen one before when the Spanish Army took delivery of its HT-29 Caimáns in December 2014. Back then, I did a lot of research to write a complimentary in-depth review. They were the NH90 Gslot PA TTH variant, an earlier model than yours.”
“Did you notice any differences worth mentioning in your paper?” asked Nadia. “Remind me of your magazines, please Aaron?”
“Mainly ‘Vuelo del Águila’ but a few others feel the coverage helps. Variations on helicopters always interest enthusiasts… like your craft seems to have larger fuel tanks and different gun mounts. Without you saying more Aline… or cherie Nadia, it’s not much of a story.”
Neither pilot responded so Aaron was left dreaming up another ploy.
*
Lieutenant Petrenko was surprised to be released from the cellar by Major Kalyna Chayka and escorted to the Squadron Command Centre where Major Vasy Chayka was waiting with new orders.
“Your superiors within Ukraine’s Special Operations Forces have requested you and your men return to your base of operations with the NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 piloted by Lieutenant Bonheur and Kapitan Lysenko.”
“What will happen to the modifications which were incomplete last night? We were due a delivery of crucial equipment and materials from Dęblin.”
Vasy and Kalyna discussed the issue and Vasy gave their conclusion.
“Identify the key personnel you need to complete the modifications and your assignment. Then your most crucial will fly in your NH90 and when the delivery arrives from Dęblin the rest can follow by the most efficient means.”
Lukyan nodded, accepting the orders but he had a final question.
“Why the sudden change of plans?”
“It was your superiors’ decision. Please ask them.”
*
Wednesday, July 17th – Helicopter Hangar Bay, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Fifteen special forces troops and two pilots stood beside the NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 at 0600 when Lukyan Petrenko and Kalyna Chayka entered the Hangar Bay. Everyone saluted, and then Lukyan addressed them.
“It was unfortunate last night‘s exercise was called off, but this means the real action will be soon. Although we are leaving Chayka Field, some of their engineers are following shortly with the means to make our NH90 faster and stealthier. Major Chayka wishes to say a few words.”
Kalyna saluted Lukyan and then spoke.
“We are glad to be helping you first, by lending you our best helicopter pilot, Kapitan Nadia Lysenko, whom I know will do everything to ensure your safe return. Second, we are sending our best engineers with Dęblin’s Anatol Krakarth to help make your NH90 so stealthy and swift the enemy won’t see you coming. Whatever your mission is we at Chayka Field all wish you success. Teach our enemies a deadly lesson they won’t forget and may your actions hasten the peace we strive for.
She paused then shouted, “Slava Ukraini”
Everyone cried out, “Heroiam slava!.”
*
Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Anhelina Tkachuk never missed her morning exercise routine with Quetzal. Her red & white Siberian Husky thrived on the daily sessions and today they faced a three-hour road trip to the Superhumans Center in Wynnyky near Lviv.
She had a sleepless night worrying about seeing her cousin Olha after her amputated left arm had been replaced with a prosthesis. The noise from a helicopter leaving the base around 0630 had triggered her fear of Olha ever flying again.
She slumped on the ground and Quetzal leaned her head on Anhelina’s chest.
Siberian Husky: Image Credit: Aleksandr Abrosimov, Shutterstock
“Are you okay, Anhelina? At least Quetzal is guarding you.”
From the curved prosthetic foot, she knew Polina Moroz had been running.
“I took a break after my workout. Are the others waiting?”
“Olha’s flight leader Adriana went to help Estera refuel the old Toyota truck we all loaded with the donations for Superhumans”
The sound of a vehicle approaching made them look towards the entrance. The Polish truck drew closer and Polina waved, recognizing the two helicopter instructors from Dęblin, Brajan Rudawski and Igor Dubicki.
“I guess you want Anatol. He’s in the Blackhawk hangar, the one with open doors.”
“Correct. We’ve brought the equipment and materials he wanted,” said Igor. “If Aleks is around, can you tell her I’m here, please?”
“We’re leaving for Lviv shortly, but we’ll pass on a message.”
Anhelina, Quetzal and Polina cut through the terminal to reach the Toyota and met Kalyna.
“The Dęblin truck has arrived so we told the guys where Anatol was,” said Polina. “Igor wants to see Aleks, but we’re leaving for Superhumans—”
“To see Olha Tkachuk. Wish her love and strength from all of us. We miss her and want her back in full health. Travel safely, sisters.” Kalyna paused and then added, ”I’ll ensure Aleks sees Igor. She hasn’t taken Nadia’s departure at all well.”
At the rear of the terminal, Polina, Anhelina and Quetzal climbed into the Toyota where Estera and Adriana were estimating how long the journey took.
They drove around to the front of the terminal. The Blackhawk was outside being loaded with the delivery from Dęblin by the engineers and crew. They waved to everyone before leaving the base and heading for the H17 southwards.
Having found Aleks sitting alone and brooding in Alpha Tiger, Kalyna told her that Igor needed her where the Blackhawk was being loaded. She led her there hoping Igor could lift Alek’s mood. She let the couple talk while she went to find the helicopter’s crew.
They were discussing which passengers to take. Kalyna handed the flight instructions from Special Forces to the pilots Captain Henrika Visser and Lieutenant Beitris Berengar.
“Is all that equipment restricting your passengers to less than must go, Henrika?”
“Yes. We’re down to six, but Anatol needs Janina, Mariyka and her three flight engineers, plus the two instructors from Dęblin. We must drop two of those and can’t agree on who is dispensable.”
Looking around the gathered group, Kalyna made a risky decision.
“ Are your two gunners needed? Isn’t anyone else able to cover that role?”
Cecilija Lusk whispered to her colleague who nodded.
“We could be replaced by some here,” said Cecilija adding, “ Aren’t engineers more crucial to this mission?”
Kalyna nodded and Henrika said, “The engineers loaded correctly and I’m sure two or more of them can fire these guns.”
Brajan stepped forward. “Igor and I instructed our helicopter cadets on various armaments with the assistance of weapons officers.”
“If you can persuade your colleague to leave his friend,” said Henrika, “we would be ready to fly.”
Mid-May, so it must be time for another episode of Freedom Flights. This month, I’m taking a different approach with some of the Night Witches going on a road trip from Dęblin in Poland to Kharkiv on the Eastern Front, where since the trip was planned the Russians have launched some border incursions. Episode 22 continues the road trip before the attacks on some border settlements, which could cause a change to their destinations.
Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. At least the aid bill passing means 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 21 – Right To Exist
2024
Friday, April 26th – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
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)
Although Kalyna had been sure of her facts when Maksym first spoke to her about the Ukraine-wide scramble, she wondered now if there were the right pilots to assemble an effective MiG-29 flight.
He must have detected confidence when she added the option of sending their attack helicopter… whichever helped more.
“If you leave Dęblin now while Vasy travels to Kharkiv, where does that leave the squadron? You two and Ksenia created this unique asset for the UAF… even if some haven’t recognized that yet.”
“There are other excellent leaders—”
“None with Chayka’s contacts, such as our Gripen future. Instead, I believe Kapitan Nadia Lysenko and her Tiger are another asset we mustn’t ignore.”
Kalyna was sure Maksym was plotting something, and knowing he saw a key role for the squadron, she played along.
“With the Gripens we now have and all the facilities Saab has made available, I’m willing to concentrate my energy on our Swedish future. But until the F-16s are combat-ready, what then?”
“You use your MiG-29s to keep Russian rockets, missiles, and drones from our skies.”
“And our helicopters to chase smugglers?”
Kalyna knew there was more, but when Maksym was ready.
“I need to come back to Dęblin and chat with you and your copter guys about your contacts. Meanwhile, I wondered what you know about the Sikorsky Brigade fighting in Ukraine. Is 2100 at the Zvenigora Restaurant a good time to meet?”
“Definitely, Aleks Górski will be back from her Puszczyk run. Do you need the two trainers there?’
“Their input is imperative.”
**
Saturday, April 27th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
“If Maksym Bondarenko asked about the Sikorsky Brigade,” said Igor. “He’s head-hunting Nadia… or they want her chopper.”
“Never,” replied Kalyna. “He knows her value to us.”
“Very true,” said Maksym as he came in through the door behind them, letting Agnieszka escort the group to their usual discreet table.
“Good to see you again, sir,” said Brajan. “We weren’t sure what would bring you back with all the attacks.”
Kalyna arranged the seating as Maksym answered.
“All the attacks requiring every squadron scrambling, made me realise it was time to get ahead of the enemy. Especially as some of this team are already acting upon their concerns.”
“You mean my cousin Vasy and our goddaughter Carita chasing more recruits at the Kharkiv National Air Force University.”
“And Ji-Yeon and Geralt investigating disappearing Alligators from the Xado factory in Kharkiv,” said Nadia. “And would I be correct in guessing the secretive Sikorsky Brigade operate attack helicopters somewhere along the Eastern Front?”
A Ukrainian army helicopter returns from a combat mission near Bakhmut, described by President Zelensky as currently “the most difficult out of all” areas in Ukraine. Photo: Sarah Dean/CNN
Maksym wondered how much the Witches and friends had pre-empted his plan. Or was that Nadia’s deduction?
“Few know where they are, which puts the Russians at a disadvantage and keeps the Sikorsky Brigade alive and dictating the fight – but not forever. The Brigade is fighting with dated weapons and guile.”
“Whereas we have a superb advanced bird… but only one,” said Nadia. “So, how do we help them?”
“By forming a Night Witches Brigade,” replied Aleks. “Except where do we find more copters and pilots?”
Maksym looked round the table. “Which is why we are here… for ideas.”
“We never had many copters at Chayka Air,” said Kalyna, as she began creating a chart on her notepad. “I’ll create a spreadsheet we can all access and update on the cloud with verification. I’ll also check Chayka’s inventory and ask our team for viable contacts… plus give my daughter Aliona access to the file as she’s Acting CEO.”
“When I talked to Ji-Yeon about Korea’s S&T Motiv K14 sniper rifle,” said Nadia. “She mentioned they only operate rotary-wing aircraft. Maybe if she asks, they might donate something to us.”
“What about your Airbus contacts?” asked Brajan. “Another Tiger would make you formidable. I think fighting in pairs is a valid tactic.”
“But again, don’t we need combined support from ground and air?” added Igor.
Maksym nodded and ordered food. “More priorities.”
**
Saturday, April 27th – Kalyniv Airfield near the Polish border
The convoy was spaced at secure intervals around the airfield in groups of three vehicles. Each group had camouflage netting to deter unwanted watchers.
Before Aleks flew back to Dęblin in the Puszczyk, she had offered anyone the last chance to return if they no longer wished to make the trip across Ukraine.
Once their encampment was set up, Vasy, Carita, Mariyka and the cadets headed for the Kalyniv canteen to meet the three Witches Flights as the pilots returned from sorties against the nightly Russian attacks.
Only a few ground crew sat in the canteen eating, and a lonely figure was drinking at the bar.
She turned and smiled when she saw the Squadron leader.
“Major Chayka… when did your flight arrive… Mariyka too?”
“We arrived in the convoy a few hours ago,” replied Vasy. “What about you, Tamila? I thought you were in a hospital in Lviv after you were shot down in January?”
As Vasy led them all to a table as they hadn’t eaten since lunch, Tamila explained.
“You’ll remember I baled out but stupidly smashed my ankle when I hit the ground. Well, the doctor thought it might have to be amputated.” The listeners gasped as she continued. “I was taken to the Superhumans Center in Wynnyky, near Lviv. As an orthopaedic clinic for the treatment of war victims dependent on a prosthesis due to amputation, they decided my ankle could be saved.”
“Great for you,” said Vasy. “They are doing amazing work with their patients, and one of our aid vehicles is going there already—”
“This is a story I must cover,” said Carita. “If that’s possible… and can Tamila come with me please, Vasy?”
“This keen journalist is my goddaughter, Carita Forsström. And this brave pilot is Lieutenant Tamila Medved, who flew with Gold Flight. I’m sure we can arrange for you both to visit the Superhumans Center, and then rejoin us.”
“Where are you going to, Vasy?”
She was about to explain when the flights started returning.
*
Tamila’s face lit up when Gold Flight came into the canteen and she embraced her Flight Leader, Anzhela Havrylyuk.
“Another safe sortie I see.”
“Thanks to my precious Larisa and her wizard ground crew. How soon before the doc passes you fit to handle g-forces?”
“Next week when I’m back from Kharkiv. First, tomorrow I’m taking this journalist, Carita Forsström to visit Superhumans at Wynnyky. Then, we’re going with Major Vasy to meet students at Kharkiv National Air Force University… and maybe recruit some to the Night Witches.”
“Good luck persuading Kharkiv National Air Force University students,” said Anzhela. “My year we were tough to persuade on anything— “
“If we mention one of our most hardheaded Flight Leaders was a Kharkiv graduate,” said Vasy from the next table. “Will we have every daredevil student volunteering?”
“Guaranteed. I just hope Mariyka, that without you and your absentee cadets here, there will be enough MiG-29s for these recruits.”
“Or other craft, given what my cousin implied in confidence earlier this evening. No guessing. We may make a crucial stopover in a few days, which might reveal more. For now, we must split up our unwieldy convoy as some vehicles have different stops to make, like delivering humanitarian supplies. On Thursday, May 2nd, we will rendezvous at another secured base nearer Kharkiv… details to be given to a few trusted individuals later tonight.”
**
Sunday, April 28th – Orthodox Easter – Superhumans Center, Wynnyky, Lviv Oblast
“Over 10,000 of our people have lost limbs since Russia invaded in February, two years ago. Your friend Tamila was one of the lucky fighters not to need a prosthesis—”
“But I realise if a limb gets trapped before I eject, it was close.” Tamila shivered then asked, “Have you fellow aviators here… with prosthetics?”
“Yes. I can introduce you to Dmytro Kovalchuk.”
Tamila and Carita were led in a gym equipped with some impressive training equipment, although more amazing were those clients using everything. Men, women, even some kids, all with ingenious prosthetics that barely impaired them from exercising themselves to their maximum ability. And all under careful and expert supervision.
Outside on a sports court laid out for ball games and a running track, a dark-haired bearded man and a long blonde-haired woman were kicking a soccer ball to each other, then dribbling the ball skillfully down a line of cones. Both had prosthetic legs from one hip… Dmytro to the right, and the woman on the left.
Their nurse-guide persuaded them both to talk sitting on a bench outside running track, with Tamila agreeing to translate for Carita if necessary. Having introduced themselves, Carita asked Dmytro to explain his experience.
“I flew a Sukhoi Su-27 from the beginning of the war, moving from base to base to outwit the orcs. But last January, my flight strayed too close to some concealed troops…” He paused and closed his eyes. “All I remember is ejecting after being hit by some MANPAD missile. Luckily I sensed something so baled fast… but my seat failed, blowing off some of my lower right leg.”
“Dmytro blacked out,” said the nurse. “He was fortunate a medic unit found him, staunched the bleeding, treated him as best they could. He was taken to a medical station, who saved what they could of his leg, before sending him here.”
Dmytro stood and did some stretches, before concluding his survival tale.
“Although I regained consciousness a few times, it was here at Superhumans when I realised that I had friends to aid my struggle, from the moment my new limb was fitted, through all the therapy to help me adapt and use it, to now when others just like me are developing skills I would never believe were possible. Fun moments of skill like this ball control.”
Carita whispered a question to the nurse-aide who waved a hand in agreement.
“Do you want to fly again? In combat?”
“Both of course. It might take time, but I am already getting help relearning skills using my prosthetic friend… and UAF has installed a simulator a few of us use, like Polina here.”
Tamila turned to Polina and asked, “You were a pilot too? What did you fly?”
“Mil Mi-17s, an old Russian military helicopter, although they’re using more modern ones. Unfortunately, I was thrown straight into action having passed out of Kharkiv National Air Force University a few months before the invasion. The craft I was co-pilot in barely escaped Kharkiv when the Russians captured the city, but we were shot down a few months later in August while relocating for medivac duties well behind the front. My pilot died in the crash, but the engineer dragged me clear of the wreckage. We hardly had much fuel left, but enough left so there was an explosion that tore my leg apart.”
“And your engineer got you both to the med station you were heading for. But you lost your leg and the engineer his right arm. Both came to Superhumans for treatment.”
Carita and Tamila glanced at each other, and then the Swede said, “Strange coincidence, Polina. We’re going to your University to interview female students… and to find recruits for our all-women squadron… the Night Witches even have two helicopters, a PZL SW-4 Puszczyk and a Eurocopter Tiger.”
“Awesome. I’ve flown a Puszczyk but only dreamt of flying in a Tiger. Two Tigers could seriously damage the enemy… especially with the NATO jets we’re promised.” She did some stretches to prove her fitness, then turned to the aide. “Nurse Borysova, have I recovered well enough to travel to Kharkiv National Air Force University with these fellow fighters, please?”
“Polina Moroz, I see no objection as long as your therapists agree. We can ask them after this evening’s Easter Service.”
“I hope you have room for another Witch with you, Carita and Tamila.”
As they agreed, Polina embraced them, and then kissed Dmytro.
“I won’t forget what we’ve shared these many months… and I’ll stay in touch as long as life lets us.”
*
Sunday, April 28th – Orthodox Easter – Church of the Intercession of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Lypivka, Kyiv Oblast, Ukraine
Vasy, Mariyka, and the three cadets followed their local driver Andriy past the fruit trees towards the austere edifice with its red domes.
As they passed over the supplies and funds for rebuilding the church, he introduced them to the tenacious local priest.
“The fighting for our village was right here,” the Rev. Hennadii Kharkivskyi said. He pointed to the churchyard, where a memorial stone commemorated six Ukrainian soldiers killed in the battle for Lypivka.
“They were injured and then the Russians came and shot each one, finished them off,” he said.
Andrij explained how two years earlier, the building provided physical refuge from the horrors outside.
“Almost 100 residents including my grandparents sheltered in the basement chapel of this Church of the Intercession of the Blessed Virgin Mary while Russian troops occupied the village in March 2022 as they closed in on our capital, Kyiv, 60 kilometres to the east.”
He paused looking around at the ongoing repair work.
“Rebuilding our unique church plays a part in Ukraine’s struggle for culture, identity and its very existence. Inside is another world, follow me.”
It was a blaze of colour inside. “The vibrant red, blue, orange and gold panels decorating the walls and ceiling are beautiful,” said Mariyka.
“They are the work of Anatoliy Kryvolap,” said the priest. “He is an artist whose bold, modernist images of saints and angels make this church unique in Ukraine. He wanted to avoid the severe-looking icons he’d seen in many Orthodox churches and believed ‘that going to church to meet God should be a celebration’. Please, I pray you are joining us for today’s sacred ceremony.”
“Of course,” said Vasy. “That is why we chose to come with Andrij on this day.”
**
Monday, April 29th – Maidan Nezalezhnosti, Kyiv, Ukraine
The wide-cobbled Heroyiv Nebesnoyi Sotni Alley seemed the right direction to reach Maidan Square. Song Ji-Yeon’s directions had been spot-on so far. Unfortunately, the right-hand-drive British Deuce and a Half had struggled for the last few kilometres.
Geralt Sówka knew the brakes were overheating and with the hill ahead heading down into the square he faced a battle with them. He couldn’t rely on them at all. Instead, he kept shifting down through the truck’s 5-speed manual transmission. Plus its 2-speed transfer case gave the bonus of five extra gears to shift through.
Bombardier MLVW during a Canadian Forces army demonstration – Tyler Brenot
However, the weight of the truck with its passengers and cargo of essential equipment, made slowing the vehicle difficult. He even tried turning across the width of the road, avoiding all the parked vehicles and pedestrians.
Suddenly the road was blocked by a row of concrete planters. There was no room past them and going through the barrier felt reckless.
Then, glancing to one side, he saw a slip-road and threw a sharp left. Ji-Yeon was almost thrown into his arms. But the truck rolled to a stop.
Ji-Yeon flung her arms around him.
“Dramatic way you Poles get us girls… but I was impressed.”
She climbed out of the Deuce and a Half and pointed at the top of the memorial.
“That Statue of Berehynia, the Slavic Deity of Nature and Protection is appropriate and beautiful.”
“So, I’ll park and then we can go down and honour all the fallen heroes.’
She smiled and took two flags from inside her jacket, a Ukrainian and a South Korean, saying, “They’re a reminder of the sacrifices in the fight for freedom—”
“And the right to exist,” added Geralt, producing Ukrainian and Polish flags, before linking an arm with her nearest one.
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
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