Episode 31 of Freedom Flights focuses on the final stages of the rescue mission to Kursk and the ongoing approach to medevac flights. It also hints at a new challenge for the Night Witches.

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 in preparing for just peace.

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

Episode 31 – Headway & Heartbreak

2024

Tuesday, September 3^rd – Pryluky, Chernihiv Oblast, Ukraine

As she maneuvered the NH90 Caïman slowly towards the ground, Lieutenant Aline Bonheur confirmed the instructions from Pryluky Central City Hospital with Chief Paramedic Osinniy.

“They’ve cleared us to land in that field?”

“The farmer has approved our landing, and med-staff  should be waiting for us.”

Aline radioed Captain Henrika Visser in the Black Hawk.

“Hotel, instructions confirmed. Land beside Sierra, leaving a safe passage for medics. Over.”

“Understood Sierra. Over and out.”

As soon as they touched down, a team of nurses and doctors assisted the paramedics in unloading their patients. The Senior Doctor talked to Osinniy once they started moving the wounded towards the hospital.

“The details you radioed us have allowed us to prioritise the most critical injuries. I can’t believe some of the wounds. We see some when the city is bombed.”

“These are too typical of what we see from the front. Although, medevac by air is rare.”

The doctor looked surprised.

“This isn’t normal for you?

Osinniy shook her head and glanced back at the helicopters.

“It’s only my second air medevac, although both were with this squadron. I understand they responded to the missile strike on the Kyiv Children’s Hospital.”

“Faster than by road,” said the doctor. “I’ve heard the despicable Russians attack ambulances.”

“They’d probably have attacked us given the chance,” said Osinniy.

“If we didn’t have guardians in the air,” said Aline, helping with a stretcher. “Our attack helicopter had to destroy some drones when we crossed out of Russia.”

The doctor bowed his head in respect.

“So, these brave soldiers fought in Kursk. We’re proud to treat them.”

Osinniy and all the crew ensured every patient was in the best hands. Outside, the sun was setting as they returned to the two helicopters.

“Do you four paramedics need a lift back to Sumy Oblast,” asked Aline. “I can fly you all in Sierra.”

“I’m sure the others do,” said Osinniy. “I have some questions while we’re flying there.”

*

Once Aline and her crew were flying Sierra to Sumy, Osinniy approached them.

“How often does this squadron perform medevac duties?”

Aleks nodded to Cecilija to answer.

“The Black Hawk and another helicopter have responded a few times when requested. We could do more. For instance, normally, we would have responded to the Poltava disaster by offering help.”

“You’d be willing to do more, I suspect. Do you have many medics?”

 “Definitely… especially after these two incidents. We have three medics, although not enough. We now have a military-trained doctor. Are you suggesting something?”

Osinniy looked back at her three colleagues and waved them to the front.

“If we could promote your medevac emergency services, can we join your team, please?”

Cecilija looked at her crewmates.

“I’d say yes,” said Cecilija and Aleks nodded.

“It makes total sense,” said Aline. “However, I’m unsure if the squadron still needs me or if this helicopter needs to return to France. I’d love to stay and hope this NH90 Caïman remains with the Night Witches. Let’s return to Chayka Field and talk to everyone concerned about this offer.”

Aline was about to radio base when she remembered Tiger Bravo, who had agreed to meet halfway to Sumy.

“Sierra to Bravo, we’re returning to base. Over.”

No answer. Aline tried again. Still no answer.

“Sierra to Chayka Field. Has Tiger Bravo returned or reported in? Over”

The crew could hear the Tower checking,

“Chayka Field to Sierra. There is no news on Tiger Bravo. We will keep trying. Over and out.”

Aleks turned to Aline and suggested she radio the Saab 340 AEW&Cs, as one of them would be flying the night patrol.

“Night Wings Sierra to Saab 340. Our Tiger Bravo is not responding to our calls. Has there been an incident involving them?”

“Saab 340 to Sierra. We haven’t been aware of Tiger Bravo since 16.00 when you entered Chernihiv Oblast — possible radio failure. Over.”

“Night Wings Sierra to Saab 340. Agree, so hopefully, Tiger Bravo returns safely. Over and out.”

Osinniy passed her phone to Aleks. There was a short message.

‘Pilot called Polina taken by road to Romny Hospital.’

**

Wednesday, September 4^th – Sudzha, Kursk Oblast, Russia

Lieutenant Mykhail Moroz had been unable to sleep after receiving the anonymous text message.

‘Pilot calling herself Polina taken by road to Romny Hospital.’

He had tried to concentrate on ensuring the 80th Air Assault Brigade had a clear run to Rylsk. But maybe this wounded pilot could be his sister. The message said, ‘The pilot is calling herself Polina’. It was a hoax from the enemy designed to distract him from working to stop them.

So, Mykhail kept his unit moving up the road slowly, checking for mines and roadside devices until they met Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko and his Special Forces, who had secured the cross-country approaches.

“You took your time, Mykhail,” said his dark-haired friend, whitling a hunk of wood.

“We had to make the road safe for the fast transport.”

“Except our fast friends, like your sultry sister, flew everywhere.”

The mention of his sister triggered a mood swing, driven by the message. He punched the Marder twice and growled.

“ This damn war takes too many… friends… loved ones. Who is safe? Not Poltava beyond the frontlines. Not the brave sisters high above in metal coffins that explode as they plummet earthwards, lost forever, taken from us.”

Then a scream that sounded like ‘Poltava’.

As Mykhail threw himself from the Marder and then clawed at the ground, choking out tears,  Dasha Isakova ran from the crowd to him.

She wrapped her arms around him and then stroked his head, wiping his tears,

“You’re right to scream at this senseless war,” she whispered. “Especially if Polina is dead. But  I don’t believe she is any more than Nadia is.”

She looked up at Lukyan and raised her voice.

 “Lieutenant, please, help me get him inside, wherever he’s billeted.”

“Difficult as his brigade hasn’t been allocated anywhere yet. I can get his sergeant to sort that.”

“Please, do that, Lieutenant, and find someone else to help me carry him upstairs to my room. I can help him there. Call it a Russian’s favour to an invader.”

Surprised, he looked at her and said, “Srazu devushka,” addressing his agreement as if to a young Russian woman.

However, he ordered a soldier to assist Mykhail’s sergeant in finding billets for the soldiers while he helped the young woman.

Upstairs in her room, Lukyan switched back to Ukrainian as they laid Mykhail on the bed. He was still muttering about Polina but not raving. He was just staring at his phone.

“The message was it correct? Is she wounded… even dead? I must find out.”

“No, I will,” said Lukyan, taking the phone. “While you let Dasha calm you down, remember,” he said, grinning, ” no fraternising with Orcs… however cute they are out of uniform.”    

At the door, he turned and blew a kiss, then winked.

Once Lukyan left, Dasha sat beside Mykhail.

“Are you any calmer knowing your friend is checking the message?”

“As long as you’re here… with or without a uniform.” He stroked her blonde hair. “Why did you cut off your beautiful long hair?”

She ran her fingers through his buzz cut.

“To play the part of an Orc. But do I need a uniform or will skin do?”

She undid a button on her blouse.

“You’re trying to distract me, but it won’t work… until I know more about my sister.”

“I’ll wait my turn… like a good Orc.”

*

Lukyan struggled to discover the message’s sender, but he managed to send an emergency request to Chayka Field for an update on Lieutenant Polina Moroz.  He justified the emergency as Mykhail was responsible for a Tank Company within the 80th Air Assault Brigade.

Twenty minutes later, he received a reply from Chayka Field.

“Lieutenant Polina Moroz and Sergeant Marusya Dudziarz returned safely two hours ago after Tiger Bravo suffered from a radio failure due to debris from a destroyed drone. Unfortunately, Master Sergeant Polina Melynk was taken to hospital wounded when her Gripen was hit by enemy fire. Slava Ukraini.”

Relieved but praying for the injured Gripen pilot, Lukyan returned to Mykhail and Dasha, hoping Mykhail hadn’t panicked again.

*

Mykhail was overjoyed that his sister Polina was alive and hugged Dasha. But he bit his lip, shaking.

“Do you know how Polina Melynk is doing? I hardly met her when she landed in Sudzha,” said Mykhail. ”Did either of you meet her at Chayka Field?’

Dasha and Lukyan both shook their heads.

“Even if none of us knew her,” said Lukyan. “Every life is precious, so if she dies after getting our wounded the best medical attention, that’s messed up; it’s one death too many. As you said, brother, ‘this damn war has taken too many.’ We must stop it somehow.”

Dasha pulled both men to her.

“When I find Nadia, we’ll do our bit. Just listen for Les ailes de la Phénix.”

“The wings of the Phoenix,” said Mykhail. “Phénix is Nadia’s codename, Dasha was telling me.” He noticed his friend’s smile. “We’ve been making plans for the future when there’s peace.”

“I better leave you to complete the arrangements tonight, then,” said Lukyan, walking to the door and leaving.

“I’m glad at least one of us has some hot French blood,” said Dasha, removing her blouse, showing how cute she was out of uniform.

“That has to be the best way to commence a passionate night.”

“Especially when our missions wrench us apart in a few hours.”

**

Zvenigora Restaurant, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Sergeant Marusya Dudziarz wondered why her friend and pilot, Polina Moroz, had been called to see the Squadron Leaders again. They’d reported the damaged radio to the Majors, and Repairs were dealing with it and the broken antenna.

“Don’t worry, Marusya,” said Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk. “It can’t be serious, and the medevac meeting is tomorrow. We’re all glad you’re both alive.”

“Totally, it was a relief when you landed,” added Anhelina Tkachuk, who, like her cousin Olha,  had joined the Tiger Bravo pilots for an evening meal.

Quetzal rested her head on Marusya’s lap, her eyes comforting the concerned pilot. Then she looked away to the front of the restaurant, where Polina had returned, and her tail wags increased.

“Somebody senses I shouldn’t be worried about anything,” said Marusya.

“The Majors heard from my brother in Kursk,” said Polina. “Some troublemakers tried to make him think I was critically wounded. He knows the truth now… and Dasha is helping him relax in the best way possible.”

“Trust a French woman to know what’s best,” said Marusya. “Guess he’ll worry about both of you now.”

**

Thursday, September 5^th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

After the two Kursk missions, Lieutenant Aline Bonheur prayed this medevac meeting would resolve most of the issues concerning the squadron and her.

She had ensured the two Chayka Majors invited not only the crews of the three Medevac helicopters but also all the medical personnel and the crews of Tiger Bravo and Ruby Flight.

Kalyna Chayka opened the meeting by thanking all 22 participants for attending the 0700 meeting.

“We all have other duties to attend to later, but today, we must decide the future of our medevac service, which has been driven by events up until now.” She paused and then continued.

“First though, Master Sergeant Polina Melynk of Ruby Flight.  You will be pleased to hear she has woken from the coma caused when she crash-landed her Gripen in a field. However, the crash also left her with severe injuries. Romny Hospital can treat the most critical wounds, but for ongoing treatment, she needs to be moved to a dedicated facility in the West. Chief Paramedic Osinniy, this brings us to a crucial issue you raised with the recent Medevac personnel. Safe transportation of patients.”

Osinniy glanced around the room.

“For those who don’t know me, until recently, I was a senior paramedic with Hospitallers treating injured on the frontline and assisted in this squadron’s two medevac flights from Kursk. Until then, the wounded I helped were transported by road in any vehicles that could be ambulances. However, ambulances, even clearly marked as such, were frequently targeted by the Russians, flouting any semblance of humanity. There aren’t the military units to protect us, understandably. I also realise flying every wounded soldier out is impractical and risky, but sometimes lives can be saved.”

On cue, Ruslan Medved wheeled in Albina Koval from a side room and then let her speak.

“We were both wounded in Kursk and flown out to Sumy.  Ruslan, with a non-critical wound, was taken in a Hospitaller bus to Poltava, while I was flown and treated in time by Osinniy, with blood donated by Cecilija. Over the two Kursk medevacs, 40 severely wounded soldiers were speedily transported to hospital. How many lived, Osinniy?”   

“I’d like to say everyone,” said the paramedic. “The truth is all survived evacuation, even though some had lost limbs and all face long rehabilitation time. Sadly, four didn’t recover from their injuries after they reached the hospitals. However, by road, the chances of complications arising over the longer journey are far greater, placing a tougher burden on hospital staff. Is this squadron willing to offer a regular medevac service? My three colleagues beside me are willing to work with me to help you all in making this service  available and effective.”

Everyone agreed and started making suggestions.

Aline was relieved that the plans for a regular Medevac service were well received, but there were still issues to address.

“I agree that with three medevac helicopters, we could evacuate twenty-six patients from a stabilisation point: six each in the Griffon and the Black Hawk, fourteen in the modified NH90 Caïman. However, is the NH90 Caïman still the property of the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment of the French Army Light Aviation, or is it on loan to the Ukrainian Air Force until the end of the war?”

Vasy handed Kalyna a sheet of paper.

“This confirms the NH90 Caïman is for the use of this squadron as long as it’s needed, as is Lieutenant Aline Bonheur.”

“Which was part of my crewing question,” said Aline. “Also, I’m aware my two crewmates were originally assigned to other helicopters. Kapitan Aleks Górski to Alfa Tiger and Lieutenant Cecilija Lusk to Black Hawk Hotel. Personally, I would ask them to remain with Sierra, please.”

“I would be honoured to serve with you again,” said Aleks. “Nadia would want me to take her seat until she returns. By then,  Alfa Tiger might have a new crew.”

“My answer depends on whether Black Hawk can find a replacement,” said Cecilija. “Are there new recruits due?”

“There might be more,” said Kalyna. “We certainly need a few so we’ll enquire. Meanwhile, Private Odrija Kalniņa is available as the Puszczyk is seldom required.”

“We would be pleased to welcome her aboard,” said Captain Henrika Visser. “If she is okay being a Chief and Gunner.”

With the three crews sorted, the majors moved on.

“Except in exceptional circumstances, we would be more effective evacuating the critically wounded from stabilisation points rather than from frontline areas such as Kursk. Osinniy, please explain the value we can bring.”

“The stabilisation points are invaluable for medics like our former colleagues with Hospitallers or those from similar groups like MOAS and the Awangarda volunteers. Once these brave medics extract the wounded from the battle, they bring them to stabilisation points within the so-called golden hour when the likelihood of medical and surgical intervention preventing death is highest. Doctors and paramedics attempt to keep the patients alive long enough for them to reach a hospital, racing at 130 kilometres per hour by road. As these journeys can be long and dangerous, we believe if we cooperate with these groups, some of the most critical patients could be flown from these points and get hospital treatment faster.”

Vasy nodded.

“Our last evacuation also proved the value of an armed escort. However, are Tigers or Gripens best for this role?

“Although Tiger Bravo’s radio was damaged,” said Lieutenant Polina Moroz. “We were able to destroy the drones chasing the medevacs by keeping pace with the copters. Three or four Tigers would be the best escort.”

“Our experience with four Gripens provided us with a challenge,” said Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko. “When Russian Sukhoi Su-30SMs threatened Sudzha and the departing medevacs, we intercepted and downed one Su-30SM. Unfortunately, Polina Melynk was hit by a drone in Ukraine airspace. Although we are faster than the medevacs, a Gripen Flight  adds an extra layer of air cover.”

Kalyna and Vasy recognised the agreement among all the participants.

“We can build on everything discussed if the key personnel liaise with each other and us, as well as their teams,” said Kalyna. Vasy and I will coordinate and produce a workable strategy.”

Suddenly, the duty code talker, Nauja Tall Gull, ran in clutching a decoded message she handed to the Majors, who studied it.

“It’s from Maksym Bondarenko. He needs Aline Bonheur to go to Dęblin ASAP,” said Kalyna. “A special group from overseas flew into the base and requested a meeting with Lieutenant Bonheur and Kapitan Lysenko, unaware Nadia was MIA.”

MPA 2,919 Words

Slava Ukraini

Despite Challenges, Ukraine’s Combat Medics Notch Lifesaving Breakthroughs: https://www.rferl.org/a/ukraine-combat-medics-life-saving-breakthroughs/32695540.html

MOAS Saves Lives on the Frontline in Ukraine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOUoe_0_pQY&rco=1

MOAS:      Migrant Offshore Aid Station (MOAS)

https://www.hospitallers.org.uk/

https://www.hospitallers.life/

This is Episode 27 of Freedom Flights. This episode continues with events that began in the last episode.

The Kursk incursion now directly involves two Night Witches, which I now realise will take multiple episodes. However, the first engagements with F-16s will probably be in Episode 29,  although, the Witches will 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 27 – Defensive Relocation

2024

Thursday, August 1^st – Superhumans Center, Wynnyky, Lviv Oblast, Ukraine

The therapist led the group from Chayka Field to where Olha Tkachuk was operating a device with her new prosthetic left arm, using its fingers to press keys and move levers.

“In three months, the doctor says I may be able to fly a simulator, and sometime later, I pray a real jet,” said Olha as she embraced her cousin Anhelina. She then knelt to stroke Olha’s husky Quetzal and let her sniff the prosthesis.

“She’s more relaxed now it has your scent all over it,” said Olha. “On our last visit, it must have smelled more artificial, being temporary.”

Her flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko, stood beside her. “The sisters look forward to your return. Will that be in a few months or once you have been assessed on a simulator?”

“We will assess your recovery and flexibility,” replied the therapist. “But it’s probably best if her squadron tests you on the right simulator, as ours is a basic tool for improving dexterity and responses.”

Adriana paused, seeming to deliberate on this new development.

“We are expecting a new Saab simulator any day to prepare us for the day we are asked to fly Gripen Cs again, the new Es, or the two-seater D, as a trainer and a multi-role combat fighter.”

“I’m waiting for that day expectantly,” said Olha. “Every time I flew a Gripen at Dęblin, it felt so natural. Let’s pray my right arm agrees… the two-seater D suits me best.”

“I’m reassured having a co-pilot in case my leg plays up.” Polina laughed and removed the trainer from her prosthesis, then flexed her artificial limb.

“When I first climbed into a familiar copter, my foot almost danced with joy… so to speak.”

“Do you often cover your prosthesis?” asked Olha. “It can’t need protection.”

“For non-combat everyday use, I do for practical reasons and protection,” replied Polina. However, I have other specialized appendages like for flying or my blade for sport, but I switch to this one when relaxing.”

“You will have similar,” said Olha’s therapist. “This is the lower arm attachment with which we are testing your skills, assisting your residual limb’s rehabilitation, and preparing you for the final model. Eventually, you’ll be ready for the definitive version our experts are crafting. It will be fully bionic using electrodes for greater dexterity, allowing you to fly again as proficiently as before.” She turned to Polina. “We can upgrade your prosthesis to improve its adaptability.”

“I’m ready today or when I’m next here… whatever suits my doctor.”

The therapist checked with Polina’s doctor as the friends continued talking.

“I notice another prosthesis on the side,” said Anhelina. “One that echoes your left arm, Olha“

“That one’s easier to eat with and doesn’t worry people. My social hand, you might say.”

**

Sunday, August 4^th –  Secret Base in Central Ukraine

Nadia Lysenko and Aline Bonheur ran the last pre-flight checks on the NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 prior to their test flight to Dęblin Military Air Base in Poland.

“All loaded to match mission requirements,” said Cecilija Lusk. “Thanks to you guys, data links, communication systems, and remote sensor fusion functionality operating at peak levels as required.”

She had volunteered as their loadmaster/sensor operator when Igor Dubicki had insisted on staying with Aleks Górski at Chayka Field as she was unwell.

Anatol Krakarth contacted them over the NH90’s onboard intercom.

“When the Control Tower gives us clearance to lift off, Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko and I  will begin monitoring performance and stability concerns from the initial tests.”

“The Tower will request details such as our radar signature from select monitoring stations en route to Dęblin,” added Lukyan. “The most crucial point will be when we cross the border into Poland.”

“Sierra to Control. Permission to take off, please?” asked Nadia.

“Control to Sierra. Granted. Bon voyage.”

*

When they crossed the border into Poland, Anatol and Lukyan were both smiling.

“No turbulence. Smooth so far,’ said Anatol. “Captains. Speed, please?”

“Averaging 310 kilometres per hour, which equals about 193 miles per hour. Impressive, especially with no turbulence. Is that good enough, gentlemen?”

“If our radar signature has reduced and our jamming works,” replied Lukyan. “More is always better, but too risky… and we’re running out of time.”

The crew smiled at each other.

“Approaching familiar terrain,” said Nadia. “Time to skim some trees.”

“This low?” asked Cecilija, noticing the fast-approaching ground.

“Don’t worry, Nadia and I flew like this when we served together,” said Aline. “I suspect the mission will be at night. Same as we’ll do on our return trip.”

“I totally trust you both… and the tanks out there.”

Ruslan Medved glanced out the window as they sped past the immobile hulk.

“I’m glad someone crippled that tank first.”

“Possibly Nadia in her Tiger when they prowled out here,” said Brajan Rudawski so everyone heard.

She went silent until the Dęblin control tower appeared.

“Dęblin control, this is Sierra requesting clearance to land.”

“Clear to land Sierra. Marshalls will direct you to a VIP slot… if you have our Master Engineer.”

“Affirmative.”

As they hovered near familiar buildings, the voice of Maksym Bondarenko came over the comm.

“Congratulations, Sierra crew and engineers. Your radar signature was deceptive, not at all Ukrainian. See you inside for a short debriefing. Then a traditional Witches meal before your night flight back to your base.”

As he was climbing out, Nadia spoke to Lukyan.

“I need to admit something to you later, perhaps over the meal at Zvenigora;”

“There’s one here in Dęblin?”

“One of the first two founded over a decade ago. See you inside after I’ve helped record the flight data and shut this bird down.”

*

Zvenigora Restaurant, Dęblin, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

After a debrief compiling all the outward flight data from the NH90 Caïman’s recorded performance to the radar tracking, the first stage of the tests was declared a resounding success. Anatol and Brajan would remain in Dęblin at the university. However, they would be anxiously awaiting the results of the second stage, the night flight back, after a final meal for the Sierra team.

“Do your students eat here, Anatol?” asked Lukyan. “We missed this restaurant when we came here.”

“The Shevchuk family keep the prices low for students, and they are regulars… especially now there’s the monthly movie night like we enjoyed at the Chayka Field restaurant,” replied Anatol.

Agnieszka, Sabina, and Tomas had arranged tables for the team and their hosts along one side of the restaurant.

Lukyan sat opposite Nadia and near enough to Aline and Cecilija to congratulate the whole crew.

“That was an impressive flight, thanks to you all. I’m reassured to have all three of you on the team.”

“Does that mean you need me for the mission?” asked Cecilija.

“You’re as essential as the pilots,” replied Lukyan. “Slipping into enemy territory unnoticed requires skilled flying and devious manipulation of their scanning. Drones alone can’t confuse them.”

“But Igor-“

“Wouldn’t have been the best choice,” said Lukyan. “I hadn’t considered the best option… another Night Witch. I nearly made the wrong decision.”

“I almost did,” said Nadia. “When you asked me, ‘…can any of your helicopters here match or exceed 300 kilometres per hour?”

“Why?”

“Today, when we flew past the tank, Brajan mentioned I might have destroyed it with my Tiger… which flies at 290 kilometres per hour with its Osiris rotor head mast. However, our Tigers fly at 315 kilometres per hour without the Osiris mast… faster than the Sierra NH90 Caïman.”

Lukyan laughed.

“But you sensibly never considered your Tiger as it couldn’t carry troops, even though without a mast it would exceed my required speed. Nowhere near a wrong decision.”

“I agree,” said Aline. “A modified Blackhawk would probably exceed 300 kilometres per hour, but it only carries 11 seated troops… sorry, Cecilija.”

“Apology accepted, Aline. 20 would be a squeeze… even sitting on laps,” said Cecilija, grinning.

“And hasn’t your Blackhawk been customised for medical evacuation?” asked Nadia.

“Correct,” said Cecilija. “Although, like the NH90, it can be changed as required… given time and equipment.”

Anatol, further down the table, nodded, then turned to Maksym.

“Did any of the items I requested arrive here?”

“Everything I believe. Due to the nature of the mission, nobody unpacked them.”

“As soon as we’ve eaten, I’ll arrange that,” said Anatol. “I’ll need some volunteers, including Cecilija as our loadmaster.”

*

Aviation Engineering Centre, Dęblin Military Air Base, Poland

With the NH90 Caïman moved outside the engineering hangar, Anatol was able to coordinate the removal of most of the surplus cargo used to bring the helicopter to its mission weight. Then, the requested items could be installed.

“Cecilija, that crate should contain two lighter mini guns and door mounts. Were we still sensible in favouring guns over extra fuel tanks, Lukyan?”

“Totally. We’re not going far enough to warrant extra fuel. How far exactly, I haven’t been told due to the confidential destination.”

Once the additional modifications were made, the crew prepared the Sierra for take-off as Lukyan ordered his team to board.

Anatol and Brajan stepped inside the helicopter to say farewell.

“As we’re staying here,” said Anatol, “I ensured there’s enough surplus cargo to balance out our absence. We pray your night flight is as efficient as the journey here.”

 “Bon voyage,” said Brajan and then kissed Nadia passionately. “Fly home safely, mon amour.”

“I’ll miss you, moja kochana.”

As Brajan turned to leave, Maksym arrived with Aenoheso Little Hawk.

“I wanted to wish you all a good flight and a victorious mission,” said Maksym.

“I have a private message for Nadia,” said Little Hawk, who stepped inside and whispered, “Aleks says, ‘Come home safely. We have so many more missions to fly together. Don’t leave me, please.”

“Never. We need to celebrate peace together.”

**

Monday, August 5^th – Staging ground, Sumy Oblast, Ukraine

The modified NH90 Caïman had reached the staging ground for the incursion into Russia four hours before the briefing for the mission. Lukyan was one of several officers whose teams had specific roles to play, so they were aware of the main intent and objective.

After discovering the overall plan, Lukyan gathered the team in a darkened room.

“At midnight, we leave here in Sierra as the advance party for a swift incursion across the border into Russia’s Kursk Oblast. Drones are creating a path through the enemy surveillance network, which Cecilija will use Sierra’s sensors to extend for the mechanized and infantry units to follow. You will now see drone night footage of that path, so our pilots know the route to take.”  

Aline and Nadia watched the recordings until they had memorised and noted on a detailed digital map the key landmarks along the course the Sierra must fly. Cecilija logged any enemy surveillance the drones had detected.

“Do we know how heavily defended the nearest town is to our planned route?” asked Aline.

“All observations indicate Sudzha city is lightly defended,” said Lukyan. “The enemy is behaving as if our build-up of forces here is a defensive redeployment to reinforce this sector of the front. However, as this incursion’s spearhead, we need to be prepared to face robust resistance, especially since we are expected to scout ahead of the main force. That means flying deeper into Kursk to establish further footholds.”

He paused, guessing there might be questions.”

“Normally, we deliver the special forces and leave,” said Aline.

“Returning later to extract them,” added Nadia. “So, guess we’re staying for the duration.”

“Not quite. You’ll need to stay as long as getting us behind the enemy effectively takes,” replied Lukyan. “Before we leave, everyone check your weapons and equipment. Cecilija, check Sierra’s miniguns before you do your pre-takeoff electro-optical sensor test.”

After the special forces had done their checks, they relaxed for the final hour. Although the crew were used to chilling before a mission, this was different for them. It would be a flight into the unknown for Cecilija, although both Nadia and Aline had flown troops into enemy territory multiple times. They were reassuring her when Lukyan realised that he should help and came over.

“Don’t worry, Cecilija. This is normal for the rest of us. We’ll be there to fend off the enemy until the other units reach our position. You’ll only be flying ahead when we’ve scanned the next area.”

“And I have faith in my sisters’ abilities. They can fly as superbly at night as by day.”

“Which is great. We came back from Dęblin as fast as our outward flight. I believe we’ll match those 310 kilometres per hour average tonight.”

*

Crossing the front at speed, they could see muzzle flashes as fighting continued below them, even at night. Fortunately, nothing was aimed at Sierra since the drones had driven a wedge through the Russian’s electronic barriers. In the distance, they could see intermittent explosions from long-range artillery shells and drone strikes. But nothing that warned the enemy a major incursion was imminent.

As Nadia and Aline followed the memorised path, occasionally looking at the digital map, Cecilija used her range of sensor jammers to carve a wider route for the ground assault to follow. Although their radar detected infrequent enemy aircraft, their own increased situational awareness and low radar signature kept them undetected.

A short distance from Sudzha, Cecilija scanned the area for enemy troops. Despite the sporadic explosions, probably where drones had targeted military installations, no troops were detected. Therefore, Nadia landed on the edge of a grass field with Aline’s assistance. The special forces jumped from the NH90 Caïman and began to secure the immediate area. Three of them launched small Black Hornet reconnaissance drones to scout towards the city. Another trio were sent to the south-west, back along their route from the front.

Almost silent, unlike other UAVs, these drones allowed the team to find the nearest defenders, who were in a house on the edge of Sudzha.

“They’re unaware of our arrival,” said Lukyan. “They look like conscripts.”

“Most of them are still asleep, oblivious to the attacks,” said Ruslan Medved. “Their officers must feel the war will never come here.”

“Not for much longer,” replied Lukyan, and then approached the other three drone operators. “Any hostiles within UAV range?”

“Permission to scout further,” asked Danylo Vasylyk. “There’s nobody within 1.5 kilometres we can see in the river mist with the camera, although it should clear as dawn approaches.”

“Move slowly to the far field boundary, then lie low before launching again nearer dawn.”

**

Tuesday, August 6^th – Sudzha, Kursk Oblast, Russia

Sunrise bathed the field in golden light, and birdsong filled the air. The sounds of war were hardly perceptible. The scouts had located every Russian detachment using their tiny aerial spies.

The Sierra crew had camouflaged the helicopter with netting and foliage, which could be removed quickly in an emergency. It wasn’t long before the first Russian aircraft flew over their position. But it didn’t detect the NH90 Caïman or the encamped troops in their dugouts and continued towards the front, no doubt alerted by the main incursion.

However, the special forces soon engaged the enemy to the southwest, although while some fled, the rest threw down their weapons and surrendered. The five prisoners were brought back to the main encampment, where Lukyan tried to discover what they knew about other Russian units in the area.

With the additional intel, he made a decision.

“I’m splitting the team. Five of you, selected by Sergeant Danylo Vasylyk, will remain here to help protect the NH90 Caïman and guard the prisoners. I will take the main force and engage more of the enemy in the southwest.”

“If anyone attempts to attack from Sudzha,” said Danylo, “I’ll keep you informed.”

*

Two hours passed before a BMP-3 and seven Russian infantry soldiers emerged from Sudzha on the road along the far side of the field.

Danylo reported to Lukyan, who said his force was returning alongside the road and would ambush the force if the enemy didn’t spot the Sierra.

Unfortunately, one of the prisoners attempted to warn the approaching Russians. One guard knocked him out, but the BMP broke through the hedge between the two forces.

Danylo instructed his men, including Cecilija, to hold fire until the enemy was nearer to the centre of the field.    

“Warning shots,” said the sergeant as the BMP reached the middle of the field. “Cecilija, try disabling the BMP by hitting the tracks.”

Her shots made the BMP stop. The troops kept the enemy pinned down, although the odd shot was returned. The BMP fired its cannon but short of the dugouts.

“They’re wary of hitting their men,” said Danylo. “Time for a gamble.” He raised his voice. “Kapitan Lysenko prepare to launch an anti-tank missile.”

The bluff led to a unanimous surrender as Russians scrambled around the vehicle, throwing weapons on the ground. The three BMP crew exited swiftly, anxious to survive the expected explosion.

The commander of the infantry combat vehicle staggered forward.

“When we realised you had that helicopter, I knew we were outnumbered,” he explained in Ukrainian. “Who is your senior officer, please?”

Danylo hesitated even though Lukyan had left him in charge. He glanced back to the Sierra, where Aline and Nadia were watching with Cecilija. Without missiles, they were outnumbered by Russians 15:8.

“I’m in charge of these men, but Kapitan Nadia Lysenko is the senior officer. What should I tell her?”

“It’s about Sudzha and the people.”

Nadia had joined them and heard the exchange.

“What do they need?” asked Nadia. “Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko has the final decision. Despite our respective ranks, he’s this mission’s senior officer.”

Could she play for time? When the fifteen other special forces returned, they would outnumber the Russians 23:15. How long before the Russians realised they still held the advantage?

**

Slava Ukrayini

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