WEP/IWSG December Challenge – Zvenigora Snow

December 11, 2023 by rolandclarke

First, many thanks to the WEP team for inspiring us writers to create more gems with their Challenges. My thanks too to IWSG for their participation, and to my fellow writers and readers for their support and encouragement. Without all of this, I wouldn’t have written as much.

For those who didn’t realize, this is the final WEP Challenge. However, this is not the end of my Ukraine posts as I intend to write more Freedom Flights episodes until we reach a just peace. But as some commentators are talking about a long war or an enforced peace that allows Putin to invade again when his forces are stronger, I may have been forced to cease writing if that’s three or more years.

However, I’ll be optimistic and plan to see this published. In case you missed the previous non-WEP/IWSG Challenge episode of Freedom Flights, titled Embedded, here’s the link: https://rolandclarke.com/2023/12/10/freedom-flights-episode-14-embedded/

Moving on to this month’s theme Over To You and ‘the movie that inspires’, I knew early on what the choice would be. Well, okay, it could have been my favorite film, as that would have fitted since one of the two leads is a pilot. That 1946 film is A Matter of Life and Death, released in the US as Stairway to Heaven: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Matter_of_Life_and_Death_(film). I recommend the movie if you like classic fantasy-romances.

Official UK cinema poster for A Matter of Life and Death – Copyright: Eagle-Lion Films

However, the final scene of my February 2023 Challenge episode, Winds of Change, foreshadowed the movie I chose.: https://rolandclarke.com/2023/02/15/wep-iwsg-february-challenge-gone-with-the-wind/

For those new to this ongoing creation, please note, that this present-day tale began with my World War II story Feathered Fire, which introduced the Chayka family from Ukraine and appeared in the 2020 IWSG Anthology (No. 5), Voyagers: The Third Ghost.

The current stories open with Episode 1, Rainbow Firebreak, for the WEP/IWSG April: Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/04/20/wep-iwsg-april-challenge-a-hard-rains-a-gonna-fall/.

Episode 2, Winged Woes, for the WEP/IWSG June Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/06/15/wep-iwsg-june-challenge-please-read-the-letter/

Episode 3, Moonbeam Magic, for the WEP/IWSG August Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/08/17/wep-iwsg-august-challenge-moonlight-sonata/

Episode 4, Winged Death, for the WEP/IWSG October Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/10/19/wep-iwsg-october-challenge-thriller/

Episode 5, Soul Seeds, for the WEP/IWSG December Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/12/01/wep-iwsg-december-challenge-first-time-ever/

Episode 6, Swords to Ploughshares, to conclude the WEP/IWSG December Challenge and close 2022: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/12/10/swords-to-ploughshares/

Episode 7, Winter Resolution https://rolandclarke.com/2023/01/31/wep-iwsg-challenge-resolve/ This extra post leads into this month’s Challenge entry and included a plot event I foreshadowed in Part 6.

Episode 8, Winds of Change https://rolandclarke.com/2023/02/15/wep-iwsg-february-challenge-gone-with-the-wind/

Episode 9, Precious Relations, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/04/20/wep-iwsg-april-challenge-life-is-beautiful/

Episode 10, Inception, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/06/12/freedom-flights-part-10-inception/ .

Episode 11, Shaped Encounters, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/06/23/wep-iwsg-june-challenge-close-encounters/ .

Episode 12, Chocolate Pots, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/08/16/wep-iwsg-august-challenge-chocolate-pots/

Episode 13, Masked Nemesis, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/10/18/wep-iwsg-october-challenge-masked-nemesis/

Episode 14, Embedded, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/12/10/freedom-flights-episode-14-embedded/

Blurb: The Witches family yearn to dispel their winter gloom with light… and snow.

Episode 15 – Zvenigora Snow

2023

Wednesday, December 6^th – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

F-16 jets in March over Poland. Training for Ukrainian pilots could take place there.
Credit: Lukasz Glowala/Reuters

Snow flurries blew across the runway outside the Night Witches’ office. Kalyna and Vasy watched the last F-16 trainer land.

Back at their desks, Vasy placed a conference call with their husbands in Canada. Within five minutes they were discussing Winter plans.

“We’re sorry not to be joining you for the Chayka Air Fundraiser Dinner,” said Kalyna. “Is Aliona expecting to raise as much as last year after the media switched focus to the Middle East and now Guyana Essequibo?”

“Hopefully,” said her husband Leonid. “Canadian-Ukrainians remain committed, as do the refugees. Aliona believes the two survivors from Sable Flight attending, Maryna Sobol and Katia Antonov, will raise awareness.”

“Let’s hope so,” said Vasy. “That’s crucial for 2024.” She paused before asking, “Who’s coming here for Christmas? You’re all invited.”

“Since our daughter Klara is with you, our family will come,” said Marcus, her husband. “But we haven’t persuaded Leonid’s brood yet.”

“First, there’s the fundraiser to organize.”

Vasy scribbled a note for Kalyna, then pointed at the time.

“Save your answer for tomorrow’s call. We have a double gathering now,” said Kalyna. “Instead of honoring Saint Nicholas, the patron saint of children, yesterday evening, the Witches are celebrating today as it’s also Ukraine’s Armed Forces Day.”

“Appropriate as we must defend our precious children,” added Vasy, “while Putin kidnaps hundreds from Eastern Ukraine, then brainwashes them.”

Thursday, December 7^th – Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Mariyka and Sergei watched the snowflakes spiral in the cold air as they walked home.

“It’s hard to enjoy such natural beauty,” said Mariyka, “while a few hundred kilometers east of us, mud and blood are all our brave comrades live with.”

“When will the violence end?” asked Sergei. “How many more deaths?”

She let a snowflake melt on her palm.

“I hate to think… too many. This war drags on too long.” She let out a sigh, her breath freezing in the air. “I must do more. I fear Russia grinds ahead in this war of attrition.”

“But at what cost to my friends… to those I love? Putin doesn’t care what happens to Russia or Ukraine.”

Walking into the restaurant, Mariyka said, “Unless his empire rises from the ashes, even if that takes ten years of war—”

“—or a false peace during which he rearms.”

Her aunt came over from the bar. “Depressing thoughts for Hanukkah, when we should celebrate the triumph of light over darkness. We must be positive. Putin will be defeated, whatever faith we follow.”

Memories of Christmas Eve midnight mass in St. George’s Cathedral in Lviv, wrapped around Mariyka, as she and Sergei followed her aunt to where other guests waited.

After Agnieszka lit the first candle on the Chanukiah, the family brought in Jewish food, including potato latkes and pastries.

Hanukkah table
– Author: MathKnight – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:MathKnight

Sergei asked, “I’m not familiar with Hanukkah so please explain why your menorah candelabra has nine branches?”

“The eight-branched menorah or Chanukiah has a place for a ninth candle, the shammes,” said Agnieszka. “As I just did, the ninth is used to light the others… one on this first night of Hanukkah, and an additional candle is lit on each successive night until, on the eighth night December 14, the Chanukiah is fully illuminated.”

“Many thanks,” said Sergei. “It’s fascinating how many festivals of light are held this time of year. Like December 13th is St. Lucia’s Day—”

“—which used to occur on the shortest day. Hence the saying ‘Lucy light, Lucy light, shortest day and longest night’,” said Mariyka.

Friday, December 8^th – 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)

The overnight wind had swept sparkling snowdrifts against the Engineering Hangar. By floodlight, the cadets cleared the drift blocking the main door, ensuring another refurbished MiG-29 could be moved outside later.

“Who will be test-flying the plane today?” asked Daria. “Not that I’m judging our rebuilds.”

Anzhela Havrylyuk and her chief mechanic, Larisa Kovalyov, appeared out of the darkness.

“Nor are any of the squadron. Every MiG-29 you’ve rebuilt has flown better than new. Larisa is just here for her normal flight check.”

The group moved further inside as more mechanics and cadets arrived.

“How many more MiGs are we scheduled to rebuild this month,” asked Maja.

Her colleague Nadzieja checked on the Planner board. “One, if the holidays disrupt our usual two per month.”

One cadet moved towards them, shaking her head.

“Am I wrong to worry when the head of Poland’s National Security Bureau warns Russia could attack Eastern NATO countries after Ukraine?” asked Klara Holub. “Should we prepare for that confrontation over the next three years?”

“I suspect we will,” said Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth. “Not just Poland, but also the three Baltic nations, plus Finland and others bordering Russia. The initial German report said NATO should plan for six to 10 years, but it’s wiser to be ready sooner.”

“But for Ukrainians,” added Anzhela. “We must survive this winter, and then a year at least with decreasing allied support. A year ago, we could dream of the F-16s some of us are training on. Now, this squadron may still be relying on these refurbished MiG-29s in 2024.”

Larisa threw her arms around her dejected partner. “We must remain positive. Remember today is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception. At Mass tonight, we should pray for peace and justice everywhere.”

Monday, December 11^th – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Fairy lights danced around Zvenigora Restaurant, snow crystals adding to the magic. The Witches shook powdery whiteness from their boots as they went inside.

“Can we put aside all our winter dread tonight?” asked Vasy, putting an arm around her daughter Klara. “It’s depressing enough learning about more truckers blockading the borders.”

“All supply problems and infrastructure attacks were dismissed in the doorway,” said Kalyna.

“For beautiful snowscapes and the arrival of our imagined 200 Gripen jets,” said Anzhela, walking over to a movie poster with Cyrillic script. “Last year, I forgot Zvenigora was a silent film by Ukrainian director Alexander Dovzhenko, which we saw when we were students.”

Mariyka smiled, tears in her eyes. “My murdered mother said our posters held a clue. Can you remember anything about the film?”

“Though fragmented, wasn’t there a legend about treasure buried in Mount Zvenigora?” replied Anzhela. “Around scenes blending industrialization and the beauty of the Ukrainian steppes.”

“It re-told ancient myths, I remember,” added Larisa. “One of the first films we saw together. When snow brought peace on earth.”

Poster for the 1928 Soviet Ukrainian film Zvenigora, by Alexander Dovzhenko.

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Slava Ukrayini

As a classic Ukrainian film blending a mix of elements, I felt ‘Zvenigora‘ worked as an ideal and unusual name for my fictional restaurant. Here are a few links:

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0019611/

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

WEP/IWSG October Challenge – Masked Nemesis

October 18, 2023 by rolandclarke

Although I’d finished this WEP/IWSG Challenge entry last week, fate intervened on Thursday evening when my left leg was badly twisted while I was being repositioned in my bed. It’s now painful and harder to do many things. Editing and posting this has been a struggle. But determination won through.

For those new to this ongoing creation, please note, this present day tale began with my World War II story Feathered Fire, which introduced the Chayka family from Ukraine and appeared in the 2020 IWSG Anthology (No. 5), Voyagers: The Third Ghost.

The current stories open with Part 1, Rainbow Firebreak, for the WEP/IWSG April: Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/04/20/wep-iwsg-april-challenge-a-hard-rains-a-gonna-fall/.

Part 2, Winged Woes, for the WEP/IWSG June Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/06/15/wep-iwsg-june-challenge-please-read-the-letter/

Part 3, Moonbeam Magic, for the WEP/IWSG August Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/08/17/wep-iwsg-august-challenge-moonlight-sonata/

Part 4, Winged Death, for the WEP/IWSG October Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/10/19/wep-iwsg-october-challenge-thriller/

Part 5, Soul Seeds, for the WEP/IWSG December Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/12/01/wep-iwsg-december-challenge-first-time-ever/

Part 6, Swords to Ploughshares, to conclude the WEP/IWSG December Challenge and close 2022: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/12/10/swords-to-ploughshares/

Part 7, Winter Resolution https://rolandclarke.com/2023/01/31/wep-iwsg-challenge-resolve/ This extra post leads into this month’s Challenge entry and included a plot event I foreshadowed in Part 6.

Part 8, Winds of Change https://rolandclarke.com/2023/02/15/wep-iwsg-february-challenge-gone-with-the-wind/

Part 9, Precious Relations, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/04/20/wep-iwsg-april-challenge-life-is-beautiful/

Part 10, Inception, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/06/12/freedom-flights-part-10-inception/ .

Part 11, Shaped Encounters, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/06/23/wep-iwsg-june-challenge-close-encounters/ .

Part 12, Chocolate Pots, https://rolandclarke.com/2023/08/16/wep-iwsg-august-challenge-chocolate-pots/

Blurb: Chaos from the shadows delivers a crippling blow to the Night Witches.

Part 13 – Masked Nemesis

2023

Friday September 22^nd – CAF Fort York Armoury, Toronto, Canada

As students and teachers from St. Demetrius Ukrainian school responded to Volodymyr Zelenskyy’s Slava Ukrayini by singing the Ukrainian anthem, Marko Holub and Leonid Sokol joined others singing along and waving Ukrainian and Canadian flags.

1,000 people were gathered in the Canadian Armed Forces facility, a chance for everyone to reaffirm their commitment to freedom.

“Canada trains our guys, our soldiers, our warriors,” said Zelenskyy. “Canada gives weapons to Ukraine to move forward to push back Russia. I thank you for this. Thank you all.”

Marko leant towards Leonid, whispering, “Let’s pray the support brings peace soon—”

“—without more senseless sacrifices.”

Zelenskyy added words of hope for the inspired throng. “The day will come when we gather at a similar place in Ukraine, many people, millions, cheering crowds, blue and yellow flags and Maple Leaf flags. Whole Ukraine will say, thank you … Canada.”

Tuesday October 3^rd – Airfield “Kalyniv” near the Polish border, Ukraine

Responding to a nighttime wave of Russian missile attacks across Eastern Ukraine, the two Witches MiG-29 flights were deployed from Kalyniv.

Vasy’s four Green jets intercepted some cruise missiles east of Lviv. All incoming targets were destroyed, so the flight continued patrolling east of the city.

Meanwhile, Maryna’s Sable flight went further north to intercept missiles launched from bombers over the border. Again, all were destroyed, and patrol guarded the northern approaches.

However, with the airfield’s defenses reduced, Kalyniv became the target.

“We can’t recall our planes,” said Bohdana to her fellow mechanics, “but we can warn them if the runway is destroyed.”

“And we need to clear any rubble now.”

While the controller warned the flights, the mechanics ensured the runway was serviceable.

As Sable flight approached the base, Maryna attempted to contact control without success.

While her three wing sisters circled above, she flew low over the airfield.

“Some buildings have been hit including control, but the runway is intact so we can land.”

The flight followed her in, but then chaos ensued.

Saturday October 7^th – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

“Have we traced everyone?” asked Kalyna. “Vasy wants to return.”

“We’ve told her the runway will be clear tomorrow,” said Maksym Bondarenko. “As long as we can still transport the three wrecked MiGs here.”

Mariyka Shevchuk replied, “We’re ahead of schedule so can start another rebuild next week.” She paused before asking, “How bad… is the damage. Who—”

“Was killed? Only one pilot… although some groundcrew died trying to save their pilots.” He hesitated, then added, “All three planes were heavily damaged as you will see…”

Sensing Maksym was struggling with whatever he’d seen, Mariyka said, “We’ll rebuild, for all those who gave their lives for Ukraine.”

He raised his head, then said, “Here and hundreds on the front. Other than the three groundcrew, two other pilots were severely burnt… Their burns are so extensive, we can’t identify them… until we test DNA plus dental records from Canada. Or if either come out of coma—”

He was shaking as he spoke, so Kalyna continued, “I know other than Green Flight, only Sergeant Katia Antonov is the conscious survivor of the disaster that destroyed Sable Flight and much of Kalyniv Airfield.”

“Exactly. Sergeant Antonov and the nine surviving groundcrew described the Russian missile and rocket attack. It seemed targeted, and there is evidence of a collaborator… who we will unmask.”

Thursday October 26^th – Unbroken National Rehabilitation Center, Lviv, Ukraine

Vasy sat between the two bandaged pilots, who remained in their comas. However, the Canadian medical records had arrived, so their identities would be revealed.

Katia Antonov came into the room with the burn specialist.

“Tragically,” said Katia, “DNA and dental records confirm my wing-sister Aleks Vanov was killed in the third plane…” She paused to close her eyes and cross herself. “…as I feared.”

Vasy stood, then embraced her wing-sister.

“So, these must be Kapitan Maryna Sobol and Sergeant Iryna Kovalenk. Doctor, when will you remove their bandages.”

The doctor examined them, then said, “In a week, but we must pray their comas lift. Then the rehabilitation may take months.”

Tuesday October 31^st – Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

“Will they fly again?” asked Mariyka. “Flying was their passion.”

Kalyna reached a hand over, then replied, “We will ensure they can, after treatment. Let’s hope we’re at peace by then. This war has cost too many lives.”

“Lives we’ll remember as we celebrate Veles night,” said Agnieszka, as she laid empty places for departed loved ones on a table under a poster for ‘The Phantom of the Opera’.

More guests arrived, including an unexpected group with Maksym and Vasy. They came over to Kalyna’s table.

As the cousins embraced, Kalyna said, “A welcome surprise. Did everyone leave Kalyniv?”

“All. Although the collaborator was arrested, the attacks continued,” replied Vasy. “As the runway is dangerous to maintain, Air Command West will move us to another base.”

“However, I bring other tragic news,” said Maksym. “Sergeant Iryna Kovalenk died overnight…” He closed his eyes, then crossed himself.

“I’ve agreed with her family,” said Vasy, “that Chayka can send her body home to Canada. Our other wing-sister, Maryna, is out of her coma and responding well to treatment. However, we have yet to tell her that her partner, Bohdana Shvets, died saving her in the attack.”

While Agnieszka extended their table and laid extra places, Maksym introduced the newcomer in their group.

“This is Jane Wetherby, a British journalist, whom ACW has approved to write an in-depth Night Witches feature.”

“I look forward to being embedded with you brave ladies.”

Once all the guests had arrived, Mariyka stood.

“Departed friends and ancestors, come to us, tonight’s meal is for you. Squadron and guests give thanks to those who gave us life, remember their good deeds, and honor their memories.”

Everyone stood, then shouted, “Slava Ukrayini.“

Among them, all the departed spirits shared their power, yearning for a peaceful resolution.

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Slava Ukrayini

Apologies if I’m slow to respond to comments or struggle to visit all your posts.

Please, ensure you visit all the other writers in this challenge via:

https://writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com

Useful Information

https://ukrainefrontlines.com/discover-ukraine/history/the-veles-night-customs-and-beliefs-around-ukraines-own-halloween/

https://slavic-girl.com/ukrainian-halloween-or-veles-night.htm

Unbroken National Rehabilitation Center, :https://www.cbc.ca/radio/thecurrent/ukraine-hospital-lviv

WEP/IWSG April Challenge – Life Is Beautiful

April 20, 2023 by rolandclarke

Apologies for the delay in posting April’s WEP/IWSG Challenge. Although ‘Life Is Beautiful’ was a good fit for my ongoing Ukraine stories, I struggled to write recently, mainly for my usual excuse of declining health. Also, this piece required extra backstory and some political maneuvering – not least getting the Witches’ NATO jets out of Ukraine before any are in Ukraine for real. I hope the next episode will allow my Witches to fly in Ukraine skies again. Finally, my apologies for running too long to make this episode work.

The current stories open with Part 1, Rainbow Firebreak, for the WEP/IWSG April: Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/04/20/wep-iwsg-april-challenge-a-hard-rains-a-gonna-fall/.

Part 2, Winged Woes, for the WEP/IWSG June Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/06/15/wep-iwsg-june-challenge-please-read-the-letter/

Part 3, Moonbeam Magic, for the WEP/IWSG August Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/08/17/wep-iwsg-august-challenge-moonlight-sonata/

Part 4, Winged Death, for the WEP/IWSG October Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/10/19/wep-iwsg-october-challenge-thriller/

Part 5, Soul Seeds, for the WEP/IWSG December Challenge: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/12/01/wep-iwsg-december-challenge-first-time-ever/

Part 6, Swords to Ploughshares, to conclude the WEP/IWSG December Challenge and close 2022: https://rolandclarke.com/2022/12/10/swords-to-ploughshares/

Part 8, Winds of Change https://rolandclarke.com/2023/02/15/wep-iwsg-february-challenge-gone-with-the-wind/

I’m unsure what fate has waiting for my Witches. Unless I ignore reality, NATO holds the cards on when they can be deployed. However, I resolve to continue these stories until there is a just conclusion to the horrendous war.

Blurb: Night Witches find family, new friends and allies.

Precious Relations

Part 9:

Thursday February 16^th – Airfield “Kalyniv” near the Polish border

All twenty Night Witch pilots, and their ground crews crowded the briefing room. Even Kalyna and Vasy were unaware of why Maksym Bondarenko had called this emergency meeting.

“Air Command West’s intelligence believes this airfield will be targeted by Russian missile strikes… imminently,” he said. “Tuesday’s encounter with other pilots in the Lviv restaurant and further incidents indicate Russian informers in this area.”

He let the muttered shock subside.

“We cannot afford to lose this squadron or let the presence of NATO-standard jets provoke an excessive response.”

“Should we evacuate somewhere?” asked Kalyna.

“All essential elements should leave as speedily as possible. We have arranged with the Polish Air Force University in Deblin to relocate the squadron there. Arrangements have also been made for the 2022 Night Witches to train in Polish air space with other NATO air units, until the squadron is needed.”

“So, who remains?” asked Vasy.

Maksym produced a modified ground plan for the airfield. “We have a team who will create wooden dummy Soviet-style planes in camouflaged revetments here. Other jets will fly in and out giving the impression of activity.”

“While the full squadron trains in Poland,” said Kalyna. “And I recommend we take our three crashed MiG 29s to rebuild.”

“We can begin the evacuation tonight commencing with all five flights,” said Vasy. “Please don’t see this as any more than a tactical withdrawal while building on our training. In fact, this confuses the enemy—”

“And gives them another fake victory over wooden targets,” added Maksym, waving them to the exits.

As the squadron left the briefing, Mariyka Shevchuk tried to suppress her conflicting emotions knowing she couldn’t tell those she loved why she was leaving again. Yet she had connections to Deblin, so tears formed.

Her friend and Chief mechanic, Dariya Boyko said, “We’ll return soon, I’m sure.”

“We will. But Deblin is where I trained.”

But fear tore at her. Was Sergei suspected of spying? But how as a prisoner?

The five flights left their home base in darkness, taking a circuitous route to confuse unfriendly observers.

Shortly afterwards the ground crew made the five-hour truck journey to Deblin. Just a skeleton detachment remained to assist with camouflaging the base.

Thursday, March 2^nd – Deblin Military Air Base, Lublin, Poland

The two Chaka Majors had requested their flight commanders come up to their tiny makeshift office. It was best the University had found for them, overlooking the revetments where their precious twenty jets were parked.

“We’ve been here two weeks,” said Kalyna. “And from your reports, all our pilots have mastered the NATO jets they were assigned with. Next, we must fly more mock combat missions against Polish Air Force MiG 29s… except unannounced. If there are no questions, have any of you anything to report?”

No one spoke, so Kapitan Anzhela Havrylyuk stepped forward. “As our appointed Recruitment Officer, Colonel Bondarenko advised me there may be fewer volunteer from within Ukraine, so I should look here—”

“—among the refugees?” asked Vasy, “Or the students?

“Both as we must prepare to cover losses in the next counter-offensive. I’m focusing on refugees as Mariyka is our Student Liaison. Anyway, I might have found a couple of refugees, but training will be an issue. I told them how to get in touch.”

Kalyna thanked Anzhela, “Good start. Even if they require basic training, we will need cadets in peacetime. How are the students reacting to our presence, Kapitan Shevchuk?”

Mariyka answered. “At first, curious about our all-women squadron. A small group always gathers when I’m trying to eat in the canteen. Being a graduate from here helps… and half-Polish.”

“I’m sure you’re careful what you say,” said Kalyna. “There are issues we cannot discuss – even with our allies.”

Mariyka nodded. “Like why we have NATO jets. And why we are here. Being a Polish speaker, I can detect when anyone is too inquisitive. However, overall, they welcome us. There are two or three female cadets who wish they could fight the Russians now.”

The Chayka majors consulted each other, then Kalyna said, “If they are mature cadets, close to getting their wings, they may prove suitable recruits… if they’re serious. Find out more, and we’ll talk with their instructors and the Commandant.”

“I will arrange to talk to them somewhere off-campus and find out more about them. Anzhela, should join us.”

“Good idea. Keep us updated,” said Vasy. “Kapitan Sobol, you have a report from Kalyniv Field.”

Maryna stepped forwards. “As ordered, Sable Flight has been flying night patrols in Polish airspace near our homebase. We were joined by a flight of M-346 advanced jet trainers from here, flown by their best cadets. During this joint exercise, we observed signs of damage at Kalyniv. Rather than endanger the training flight, I requested a ground unit operating a drone to assess what the Russians had destroyed.”

As Maryna handed over the footage, she added, “If we had stayed, the Night Witches would have been crippled,”

Saturday, March 4^th – Deblin Military Air Base, Lublin, Poland

Mariyka fought back the tears as she gazed across the runway in the direction of Lviv… towards home… everyone she loved. Who had the missile buried?

“We’re so sorry to tell you like this,” said Kalyna.

“There is still hope for everyone,” added Vasy. “The rescuers will keep working through the night… and we’ll keep you informed. Have you comrades you can be with?”

“Anzhela and I were planning to spend time with those three Polish cadets. But—”

“Go as planned. Is there somewhere special you went as a cadet?”

“Too special… my aunt has a mirror restaurant. But she doesn’t know I’m here—”

“Then you need to be there for her tonight. Tell her everything you can. An ideal test for your cadets too.”

Zvenigora Restaurant, Deblin

Too many echoes of her buried home… Mariyka shivered, but she forced herself down into the identical cellar restaurant as Lviv.

“Larisa and I are here for you, sister,” said Anzhela. “Observe and learn, cadets. Repeat nothing unless we instruct you to.’

A tall woman left the bar and rushed over to Mariyka. They embraced, tears flowing.

“What brings you here, my special niece. Although your uniforms—” She paused seeing the cadets. “I remember you graduating in that Polish academy uniform – I was so proud.”

Her tears returned, and Mariyka knew she must give the terrible news.

“Aunt Agnieszka, the tragedy is not official yet, but—”

“I already heard, Mariyka. Family grapevine. We will mourn my sister Danuta and the others. But at the right moment as we have done since the Warsaw Ghetto. First, we celebrate life’s beauty. Please eat with us… when you have introduced your friends.”

“This is a 2022 Night Witches Squadron sister, Kapitan Anzhela Havrylyuk and her partner, Larisa Kovalyov.”

Anzhela presented the Polish cadets, “This trio, Daria Jankowski, Maja Andrysiak, and Nadzieja Chlebek, are due to graduate from the University… from ‘The School of the Eagles’. Bravely, they wish to fight the Russians, so we are advising them.”

Agnieszka bowed to them all in turn, then led them to a private table.

“Welcome, Enjoy a family meal with us.”

After a Jewish blessing, they were treated to Cheese Lokshen Kugel.

Observing the movie poster for ‘Life is Beautiful’ on the wall, Anzhela said, “That was an emotional film. Excuse me for asking, Agnieszka, but you mentioned the Warsaw Ghetto. Did you—” t

“Lose family during the Holocaust. Our Jewish grandmother died in Warsaw ghetto, as did many of her friends later. They will never be forgotten. I’m sure there are others here who lost ancestors.”

Daria and Maja nodded and closed teary eyes.

Nadzieja glanced around the table, then said, “Genocide continues, though not on that scale. My Ukrainian grandmother tries to ensure we don’t forget Stalin’s attempted ethnic cleansing – the Holodomor, the man-made famine in Soviet Ukraine, when millions died.”

“And now Putin talks of more genocide,” said Mariyka. “Together we must stop him.”

FCA 1354 words

Slava Ukrayini

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#WEP/IWSG February Challenge – All You Need Is Love

February 17, 2022 by rolandclarke

I feared my entry for this month’s WEP/IWSG Challenge would be too late as there were too many interruptions, not least diving down too many rabbit holes... and WordPress being a pain.

Anyway, a writer is never late, nor is he early. He posts precisely when he means to… as the deadline looms.

Having done two Challenge years of Sparkle and Kama tales and having written a romantic interlude for them in December, I felt it was time to give my Norse snow queen another overdue outing. The last one was in December 2019: https://rolandclarke.com/2019/12/11/wep-iwsg-december-challenge-footsteps/

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BLURB:

Gold medals are gifted through divine skills and love.

FREYJA’S TEARS

2022

Tuesday, February 8th

Constant clamour engulfs my ears. The din as Ægir’s dreaded daughters crash against the rocks, sending salt spray skyward.

Seagull squadrons screech and thieve my food as they assault me.

Not what I craved, yet my husband Njörðr expects me to enjoy my days at his Nóatún home beside the whale’s way, watching him play.

Sail-boarding, surfing, and today water skiing.

He insists I admire him showing off his talent. But he won’t teach me, even though as the snow-ski specialist I taught him my arts.

Why did I choose him? Cheated by Loki. Made to decide by selecting feet. Handsome limbs – yes. But not Baldr the Beautiful’s as I desired.

So now, Njörðr believes in this false fetish, saying, “See what this gorgeous god can do, and the skill’s all down to fantastic footwork.”

All I want is real romance. Poetic passion. Epic emotions.

Or escape to frozen-tear drifts. Time to be myself.

Time to leave him for the serene silence of my mountains. I must snow-dance again.

Thursday, February 10th

Silent-fall settles as I skill-slide into the rural resort near Thrutheimr, my alpine abode. The winter-blanket glistens under the silver-face, and I enter the central mead-hall.

Everyone is enthralled by the glowing screen showing the Beijing Winter Olympics. We all have our favourites in the final of the Women’s 10k cross-country, though all have learnt my arts.

But we cheer loudest whenever a Scandinavian competitor poles ahead of desperate rivals, and we toast the shield-maidens’ prowess.

A strong arm clasps my shoulder, and a seductive voice says, “We’ve bred them strong and swift in our lands. You’ve inspired them, Snow-Dancer, see.”

I smile then celebrate with my people as the Nordic countries sweep the podium, taking gold, silver, and bronze.

Then I turn my gaze on the handsome stranger.

He feels familiar even disguised, and I tease the truth.

“Wandering or seeking rings to break?”

He hands me a silver locket. “Will this do, Snow-Stepper? Or do you want something more precious? You’ve already won every gold medal.”

I laugh, louder than when Loki tussled with a goat then cheated me.

“All I desire is love. Is this heart-bait truly given? Or another trick?”

Music drifts across the celebrating crowd as he laughs and offers to remove his boots.

“I know about your foot-fetish. These aren’t my son Baldr’s, but my heart is bolder.”

“Do you seek to hide from me? That footwork was a falsity fabricated by the Mischief-Maker. It’s not the feet but what goes with them – and how you use them and where.”

Oðinn says, “I desire you forever by my side, Skaði, my goddess, giantess, huntress and snow-stealth specialist. Will you be one with me – my Snow Queen? If wished I will break the rings binding you to Njörðr.”

“And what of your other lovers?”

He covers an eye.

“I sacrificed one sight-light for my wisdom and presage. You will be foremost—”

“—and you tell all your conquests that.” I point to my face, then wink. “I’m not snow-blind. Frigg will view me as a threat… to marriage-purity. But I foresee another rival – Freyja, Njörðr’s daughter.”

Oðinn hesitates and I fear my truth-quest is doomed.

His grin captivates as the jukebox plays ‘All You Need Is Love’.

“Freyja shed tears of gold when I left to wander the Earth. Do we expect our shield-maidens to receive lesser rewards if I repent? Our match is fated, so we must commit to—”

“—to Infinity and beyond, heart-caller.”

614 words FCA

Apologies to those who know their Norse mythology and folklore, as I’ve taken a few liberties here. However, with so little from the ‘Viking era’ surviving, and much of it being oral in origin, I’m following in the bastardising bardic tradition.

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Throughout the mythology, Freya is associated with gold. When her husband leaves her to wander the Earth (more on him below), she cries tears of gold. Because of this story, “Freya’s tears” became a kenning, or poetic circumlocution, used to represent the word “gold” in Norse poetry. Freya’s golden necklace Brísingamen (“flaming necklace”) appears in connection with the goddess in several Eddic tales. According to Snorri Sturluson, the terms “flame” and “fire” are often connected with gold in poetry of the North “since it is red,” so it should not be assumed that Freya’s necklace was a thing of fire, but that it was simply made of her favorite metal.

[From: http://https://www.norsemyth.org/2010/04/gods-goddesses-part-one.html]

Or:

Due to numerous similarities, scholars have frequently connected Freyja with the goddess Frigg. The connection with Frigg and question of possible earlier identification of Freyja with Frigg in the Proto-Germanic period (Frigg and Freyja origin hypothesis) remains a matter of scholarly discourse.[67] Regarding a Freyja-Frigg common origin hypothesis, scholar Stephan Grundy comments, “the problem of whether Frigg or Freyja may have been a single goddess originally is a difficult one, made more so by the scantiness of pre-Viking Age references to Germanic goddesses, and the diverse quality of the sources. The best that can be done is to survey the arguments for and against their identity, and to see how well each can be supported.”[68]

[From: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freyja ]

As for the Winter Olympics reference, that is based on real events. On February 10^th at the Beijing Games, the 10k gold medallist was Therese Johaug (Norway), the silver medallist was Kerttu Niskanen (Finland), and the bronze medallist was Krista Pärmäkoski (Finland) – so, a Nordic clean sweep.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cross-country_skiing_at_the_2022_Winter_Olympics_%E2%80%93_Women%27s_10_kilometre_classical]

And now for the music:

#WEP/IWSG August Challenge – Freedom of Speech

August 19, 2021 by rolandclarke

Crime never sleeps.

My apologies for the late appearance of Post IV in this year’s WEP/IWSG challenge – the Year of the Art. My first Covid-19 vaccine knocked me sideways and I’m still recovering – and dreading the second one.

Although this year’s posts are not another ongoing case for Sparkle Anwyl and Kama Pillai of the North Wales Police, I’ve attempted something else involving them.

So, once more I’m going down the stand-alone path with my dynamic Welsh duo.

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DISRUPTED DIRECTIVE

2014

Friday, 9th May

This shadow is ideal. Perfect for surveillance without drawing attention to ourselves.

Jeans, sweatshirts, and suede jackets ensure Kama and I merge into the crowd gathered in the hall.

The debate has been civil, although the candidates have all made it clear where they stand on Europe.

In versus out. Vocal arguments with tinges of indecision.

But no sign of the anticipated public order threats – yet.

A smartly dressed man in a pale suit smiles at the gathering, pleads with weaving gestures. “We’re British, we’re not European. One language ensures we remain the United Kingdom. Do you want to be ruled by other nations? Forced to speak other languages? We must reject their unjust directives.”

The Green candidate appeals for calm as several people shout from the audience, pointing at the outspoken man.

I turn to Kama. “He’s deliberately provoking us – the Welsh.”

“He’s the intended target – supposedly. Watch for trouble. He’s setting himself up for attacks.”

Two young women leap up, dressed in our norm of black leathers, and shout – in Welsh. “You’re the invader forcing us to accept your rule – talk your language.”

“Speak English, please, not your foreign gibberish. Nobody can understand you. We don’t have translators here like the European Parliament.”

Another candidate, the woman from Plaid Cymru stands and asks first in Welsh. “Stand if you understood these sisters.” Then as almost everyone stands, she adds in English. “Our Brexit colleague has the right of free speech…” She pauses, then continues, “But not the right to claim his language should dominate us. Cenedl heb iaith, cenedl heb galon.”

“My apologies. However, isn’t the law upheld in English. What do my seated friends say?”

Before Kama or I can correct his legal presumption as officers who caution bi-lingually, some seated guys leap to their feet.

They mask their faces as they throw projectiles at the dais and into the crowd.

Flour bombs explode.

“Not just flour.” I choke as Kama shoves a scarf on my mouth.

“Tear gas. We need to protect the bigot.”

“Unless he planned this evening.” Blinded by flour and tears,we stumble towards the platform.

No sign of the candidate. Abducted or scarpered?

We keep searching amidst the confusion. No sign of him or the masked bombers.

Monday, 12th May

A bolt hole for a scared politician? Or for a devious one?

But the campaign office echoes others I’ve seen. Diligent drones. Harassed helpers. Flyers and posters everywhere. Clicking keyboards.

“Morning officer. Have you arrested those protesters? The ones trying to challenge my freedom of speech?” The instigator ignores my initial attempt to reply and ploughs on. “Flour bombs and tear gas are offensive weapons—”

“We have a couple of protestors in custody.”

He smiles, continuing to ignore the plain clothes officer beside me – Kama. Did he see us at the meeting – together? And standing with the other Welsh speakers? Obviously not.

“Is this one of them? Come to apologise?”

Kama produces her warrant card. “I was hoping you could answer a few questions as I’m leading the investigation. Provoking unlawful violence is a serious offence under the 1986 Public Order Act. A person guilty of such an offence could face imprisonment for six months or a hefty fine. Shall we talk here or have you a separate office, please?”

His demeanour and voice waver. “Well, um… You’d better follow me…officers. Anything to help…resolve any misunderstanding.”

His office is spacious and uncluttered, except for the electoral material promoting his attempt at election in ten days.

He sits behind his desk, waving us to the seats on the other side.

The desk is meant to be formidable and intimidating. But Kama has dented his defences already.

“Those hooligans misunderstood. I have the right to say what I believe – as do they. But throwing an offensive missile must be a crime—”

“As is orchestrating this event. The statements from your supporters make it clear what you intended—”

“My supporters? You must be mistaken. Those were Welsh Nationalists – they deliberately attacked me. My human rights were violated, as they have been throughout this campaign. Abuse, slander, and lies.”

Kama smiles, then turns to me. “Did the flour bombers speak any Welsh, PC Anwyl?”

“Only a few badly constructed and pronounced curses. But they declared their allegiance to a British nationalist cause – like yours, sir.” Then, I give him the statutory caution and warning against further incitement to violence and electoral fraud, adding, “Or we will be obliged to report you to the relevant European authorities.”

He leans forward, but his threatening gesture is empty. “I don’t recognise that authority, but I will prove the people are on my side at the polls. Trust me. Thank you, ladies.”

Dismissed, we stand, satisfied the press coverage of the incident will undermine his chances.

As we leave his bolt hole, I notice a framed print on his wall. Norman Rockwell’s famous “Freedom of Speech” painting. I point at the print, then turn back towards our English fanatic.

“Free Speech – a right none of us should abuse. And to close the debate, I’ll add, Cenedl heb iaith, cenedl heb galon – meaning, ‘A nation without language is a nation without heart’. Remember that.”

Norman Rockwell (1894-1978), “Freedom of Speech,” 1943. Oil on canvas, 45 3/4″ x 35 1/2″. Story illustration for “The Saturday Evening Post,” February 20, 1943. Norman Rockwell Museum Collections. ©SEPS: Curtis Publishing, Indianapolis, IN.

878 words FCA

The ‘Freedom of Speech’ prompt triggered thoughts about political hustings in England and Wales as I was involved on the fringes of politics for decades.

As I said in my last WEP/IWSG Challenge post, conservation and environmental threats have concerned me for decades – peace issues included. I was a member of the Green Party for years, involved in various elections – once as a candidate – and worked with Green politicians in other countries, including some elected members of parliaments (Mps and MEPs).

So, I welcomed a chance to involve Sparkle and Kama in an election incident, one that slotted into their storyline – preferably an election I voted in. After some rabbit-hole research into Welsh elections, I chose the 2014 European Elections: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2014_European_Parliament_election_in_the_United_Kingdom.

In this fictional scenario, I envisaged the provocative right-wing candidate losing – and in reality, the most extreme candidates did lose. But sadly, in my opinion, Britain later left the European Union. Although green in my beliefs, I voted in 2014 for the Plaid candidate, Jill Evans as she was an effective MEP and an active member of the Green / European Free Alliance (EFA) Group.

#WEP/IWSG April Challenge – Freedom Morning

April 21, 2021 by rolandclarke

Crime never sleeps.

Post II in this year’s WEP/IWSG challenge and on the theme, the Year of the Art. As before, this theme ties in to my novella for last year’s challenges, the six-part story called ‘Custody Chain’.

Although this year’s posts are not another ongoing case for Sparkle Anwyl and Kama Pillai of the North Wales Police, I’ve attempted something else involving them.

Another Snowdon Shadows novella was too daunting – and a commitment too far. Although I managed to eke out the end of ‘Custody Chain’ sentence by sentence, I wasn’t in the right space to do that again.

So, once more I’m going down the stand-alone path with my dynamic Welsh duo.

Apologies, the word count was over the limit – but then I over-edited it…………………. or something. With the deadline imminent, I’m resisting the urge to put the details back. Sorry.

If you wish, please comment, or suggest what could be missing.

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STIRRED EMBERS

2015

Saturday, March 21st

Kama slips a hand across the table, candlelight glinting on her teasing eyes.

She squeezes my fingers. “The other diners are too engrossed in enjoying the food. That’s why this is the best place to celebrate your 21st.”

“With promised enjoyments to come.” I kiss her hand.

“You deserve a weekend of pleasure, before returning to Detective Training. Not that you need any—”

I grin as she knows there were few setbacks.

Trinidad Chow – https://cookingwithria.com/2012/03/what-is-trinidad-chow-and-how-to-make-it.html

Raised voices break our focus. Two couples are arguing from separate tables.

“Amser ichi adael Cymru,” shouts a grey-haired man as his partner gesticulates.

A tweed-suited customer retorts, “Speak English – not your foreign gibberish.”

“You’re the damn foreigner. I said, ‘Time for you to leave Wales’- in Welsh.”

“This is our home. We’re staying. What can you do? Torch our house as you did thirty years ago? Hopefully, this time they’ll lock you up for good.”

The Welshman raises his fists. “Or I can—”

A colourfully dressed man intervenes. “If you can’t be civil to each other, I must request you leave my restaurant. Or I’ll call the police.”

“He started this,” shout both men. The owner holds them apart.

As they continue to quarrel, turning their abuse on the coloured owner, Kama and I cross over.

We show our warrant cards.

Kama tries to calm the situation. “If everything stops now, we can continue to enjoy what should be a relaxing evening.”

“You can’t understand. You’re like this darkie,” says the Welshman, “Another outsider.”

She laughs, replying in our mother tongue. “Cefais fy ngeni ym Mhontypridd – I was born in Pontypridd.”

“And my family have farmed here for centuries. We don’t condone arson, but this man has served his time—”

“—and you have a right to live here. Let’s all get on then”.

“Like you two dikes?” The English woman jabs a finger at us. “The police shouldn’t take people like you – slobbering across the table at each other.”

I suppress my frustration. “Shame you don’t respect the law – or the arresting officers. Incitement to violence is—”

The woman glances around the staring restaurant. She grabs her belongings and slips out, leaving her husband to pay.

One gesture from Kama, and the Welsh couple go as well.

“Thank you. I can do without customers like that. I thought I’d left prejudice behind in Trinidad. Having mixed race parents prepared me for the worst.”

“From the food, I’d say a fusion of African, Chinese, and Indian.” Kama points at the reproduction painting near our table. “And that.”