Fly Toward Death
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Machine gun fire and rifle bullets zing all around her as she maneuvers her plane to drop her bombs. Her fragile World War II biplane is low enough for her to hear the Germans screaming and yelling, as she presses forward to her drop zone.
This was a typical flight during one night's sorties. The German soldiers feared and hated the women they called the Nachthexen: Night Witches. There were three all-female aviation regiments in the Soviet Union during World War II. This is the story of female heroes who flew under incredibly adverse conditions: from women who flew the little, unarmed biplanes and bombed the Germans at night, to the fierce fighter pilots who fought the seasoned German Luftwaffe, humbling them before their peers.
This is a fictional account, based on true stories, of the amazing women who lived, loved and died bravely during the dark days of World War II.
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Fly Toward Death - Sally A. Laughlin
Prologue
An emergency meeting was called by the high-ranking officers of the Soviet Union after the surprise military attack by Germany on June 22, 1941.
The Soviet Union was unprepared for the onslaught the Germans were throwing at them on the ground and in the air.
A long wooden table with several chairs on each side and one at the head of the table dominated the austere room. Men in dark-green military uniforms brightened by gold, red or blue trim indicating their status shuffled through mounds of papers. They began addressing their government's weak air force strength, caused by the devastating air strikes that wiped out almost half of their air defense.
A general flipped to another page from the myriad papers in front of him and began reading it. He stopped and shook his head. What is this nonsense? A petition for women who want to enter the war as pilots and soldiers? Why is this even on our table for discussion?
Another general showed his scorn, What is wrong with these women? They should stay at home in the kitchen, have children, and support our men.
They do not have the physical or mental stamina it takes to fight a war like a man. They would die almost immediately.
The first general said leaning forward on the table.
There was quiet in the room as all the generals looked toward the leader of the Soviet Union, Iosif Vissarionovich Stalin, sitting at the head of the table.
Stalin spoke firmly, I had thought that at first, but I believe if these women wish to join the military and fight it might be to our advantage. We can train the women quickly, and it will free up the time for us to train our male pilots and soldiers better. This is an acceptable cost of war.
Chapter 1
Senior Lieutenant Vera Zhkov continually weaved her Biplane from the darkened sky into the bright search lights from below and back into the safety of the black shadows of the night. Machine-gun fire and rifle bullets zinged all around her as she maneuvered to drop her two bombs. Her fragile, two-seated, World War I Biplane was flying low enough for her to hear the Germans screaming and yelling as she pressed forward to her drop zone.
A shell from anti-aircraft cannons ripped through both wings of the plane; passing through to explode above her. The air was hard to breathe as the smoke from the discharged cannon filled her lungs and burned her eyes. The concussion from the blast caused her plane to be pushed downward, closer to the enemy below. Seconds later, bullets from a machine gun struck her plane just missing her engine and fuel line.
Vera raised her hand and her navigator, sitting behind her, grabbed the release lever and pulled hard. The two bombs attached to the belly of their plane fell downward hitting their target.
Quickly, Vera turned her plane from the glaring search lights, made a wide circle, and headed back to her airfield. Her hands and legs trembled as she fought to keep their shot-up plane in the air. Are you all right?
Vera called back to her navigator.
Flak went straight through our wings. No structural damage though.
Lt. Ksenia Yivoskov, her navigator, leaned forward and yelled to Vera. Did you get hit?
No, I am okay. Are you all right?
Vera asked again.
If I could stop shaking, I could check me out,
she said. It appears that I am alright, but someone shot a hole in my pillow. Almost got me that time,
Ksenia poked a finger through the large hole on the edge of the pillow she sat on.
This was our fourth sortie,
Vera said wiping the frost off her goggles. We made it through this one alive. I hope it continues through the rest of the night.
Through the rest of the night?
Ksenia blurted sardonically. How about the rest of the war?
* * *
TWO WEEKS EARLIER
Soldiers loaded the women into the back of the military truck and tied down the canvas covering that was whipping about in the cold, pelting rain. A soldier slapped the side of the driver's door, and the truck jerked and lurched as it began to move forward. A convoy of five trucks pulled away from the training base and headed out toward Stalingrad. Each truck held ten newly trained women pilots, navigators, mechanics, and armorers.
Vera Zhkov was an officer in the regiment and promoted to Senior Lieutenant because of her excellent flying skills during training. She sat in one of the military trucks and peered out at the disappearing city landscape through the canvas covering that offered little reprieve from the cold, wet winds.
Her large, blue-gray eyes looked around at the women in the truck. Vera's long, light brown hair was done up in a neat, tight bun at the back of her head. She glanced at each one of the women and realized she was the only one who had her hair tucked back. The rest of the girls had their long hair down. She knew they had fussed and primped so that the men would see them at their womanly best.
Vera sat back studying the young women she was traveling with in the very uncomfortable, cold military vehicle. Through the course of their army training as pilots, navigators, mechanics and ground crews, she came to know some of them quite well.
She was the oldest woman in this regiment at twenty-three years old, and the youngest was seventeen.
As far as Vera could tell, the young women were from universities, collective farms, factories, and stores where they worked as clerks.
The frigid and bumpy ride to the train station did nothing to deter the women in the truck from laughing and joking with each other.
Vera listened as they talked about all the handsome men in the army they had already encountered.
I have never seen so many men in one place in all my life,
a cherub-faced young girl giggled.
Just think we are going to be surrounded by hundreds of men every day,
another sighed. We can dance and party all we want.
All the girls giggled and began telling stories about their home life before they became soldiers in the Red Army: All, except one.
Vera looked at the pensive, young woman sitting across from her at the end of the truck. Senior Lieutenant Elena Petrovka was nineteen, a petite and very bright woman. Throughout her pilot training, Elena excelled in every aspect of flying. Vera thought she was quite beautiful with her long, flaxen, blond hair and deep, blue eyes. And, her delicate features belied the fierce determination that drove her.
Vera was the only one who knew Elena's story. She looked out the slit from the canvas covering to the bleak landscape they were traveling through. Vera remembered the two of them talking quietly one night as they took a short break and walked around the training compound in Engels.
Elena's father was arrested as a traitor to the Soviet Union and shot for treason when she was fifteen years old. She knew he was not a traitor, and she was going to show them that the Petrovka name was an honorable, loyal name to the Soviet Union.
Vera had her own reasons for joining the Red Army Air Division. She thought back to that day on June 22, 1941 – a day she would never forget. She was staying with a friend near her younger brother's Army flight school and decided to visit him before she returned to the University. The only time he could see her was before his classes, so she got there early in the morning.
She had almost burst with pride as her brother walked toward her in his army uniform. You look so handsome,
she said. Sergei turned slowly around so she could admire him, and they broke out laughing.
They laughed and talked for a while until someone came running up to them telling them that the Germans had declared war on the Motherland. They had destroyed airfields, and they needed to get everyone in the air as fast as they could to stop the German Luftwaffe headed toward Moscow.
Vera was stunned. She protested saying that her brother had less than two months of training. She watched in shock as the young, inexperienced pilots raced past her toward their training planes. Sergei gave her a quick hug and took off with the rest of the students. Etched in her memory forever was her brother stopping, turning around, and waving at her with a big grin on his face. That was the last time she ever saw him. He was killed that day in an air battle over a barren field near Moscow.
* * *
The truck hit a large hole in the road jarring Vera's reverie back to the present. It was a long drive to Stalingrad from Engel's flight training academy. She thought they would have gotten there sooner, but the soldiers driving the military trucks, kept stopping frequently for the women to get out and do their private business. Vera knew the real reason was because they like flirting with all the young girls they were hauling to the train station.
Once they reached the train station all fifty women were crammed into two railway cars, along with the soldiers and civilians alike. Hours later, they finally reached their destination, which was a little village south of Moscow.
Every building in the village that had not been destroyed by the Germans was taken over by the Red Army. Most of the buildings were used to billet the soldiers and officers. One was used as a mess hall, another as a supply station, and a large house standing on the outskirts of the village was where the women were going to be temporarily billeted.
The women were advised to go to the supply station first to get their military uniforms. They were each issued a military jacket, a pair of pants and boots.
What is this?
Elena held up the large, men-sized clothing and boots. There is enough room for two people in these things.
This is what you are issued,
said the supply officer disgustedly as he handed out their uniforms.
Vera studied the short, balding, older man and wondered why he was just a corporal at his age.
Do not blame me that they are letting women in the Army. The last bunch of females who came through here were digging dugouts for our real soldiers, complaining that their poor little hands were bleeding from using rough handled shovels. They had the nerve to ask me if I had any bandages or supplies to take care of their silly wounds.
Did you have the bandages and medicine to accommodate these women?
Vera's voice held back the contempt she felt for this ignorant little man.
Of course, I did. I told them I had bandages and ointments, but they were only for men who were doing the real fighting,
he said emphasizing the word 'real.' He arrogantly looked at her up and down with disdain.
Vera straightened her back. Her voice rang of authority. Comrade Corporal, are you as stupid as you look?
Yes, yes he is,
a woman yelled from behind her.
You will address me as Comrade Senior Lieutenant Zhkov,
she leaned forward her eyes narrowed as she pointed to the display of bars and badges on her jacket. If you ever, ever forget that again,
she growled at him, I will have you sent to Siberia for the rest of your life. If I find out that you have withheld bandages, medicines or anything else from any woman in the Red Army, in any way, I will personally come back here and shoot you between the eyes. And, I have spies everywhere, so do not think I will not find out.
Terror filled the man's eyes. He stepped back away from the fierce look Vera was throwing at him; his mouth open and eyes wide with fear.
Now, finish giving out the uniforms' Comrade Corporal,
Vera said with venom dripping from her words.
Yes, Comrade Senior Lieutenant Zhkov,
he said nervously grabbing jackets and other men-issue clothing, along with a gun and holster, to the rest of the women. After the last woman received her clothing he said, You have all that you women were issued. That is it, Comrade Senior Lieutenant.
His voice dripped with sarcasm.
He turned his face away, but not before Vera caught the sly smile he tried to hide.
Vera was the last one to receive her men's issue of clothing. She placed her clothing items on the top of his wooden counter, took her gun from its holster and placed it down on the countertop. I believe there is more, Comrade Corporal.
She said it so steely cold that he stumbled backward a couple of steps. Her menacing body language, her gun on the countertop, and her eyes filled with a deadly stare were not missed by him.
Oh, yes, I forgot, Comrade Senior Lieutenant. Everyone is to receive bedding, too.
He said hurrying into another area of the room.
Vera picked up her gun, replaced it in her holster, and snapped it closed. Just wanted to see how heavy my gun was,
she said, pretending that was the reason she had put her gun on the counter.
Everyone started to laugh. Vera gave them the signal to stop as the corporal came out of the storage room loaded down with blankets, pillows and thin mattresses. All the women quickly presented a serious face to the flustered supply officer, except for a couple of giggles somewhere in the group.
Finally, after the corporal had made several trips to the storage room, Vera and the others received all their military issue items.
The women placed everything neatly in a stack on top of their folded mattress, so they could carry it to their quarters without dropping anything on the muddy ground and headed out of the supply station.
On the way to the house where they were to be billeted, one of the women ran up to Vera, Comrade Senior Lieutenant Zhkov that was wonderful. Would you come back and shoot him? Do you really have spies everywhere?
No on both counts, but I would like to think I could. Anyway, I would have thought of something to get him arrested.
Vera laughed along with the other woman. I have a feeling he is not going to be the first man to treat us as unworthy and unfit to serve in the Red Army.
Speaking of 'unfit',
Elena said walking next to Vera. How on earth are we supposed to fit into these?
She asked struggling with carrying her oversized military uniform and bedding.
I was a seamstress before I was sent to the university. I think we can alter our uniforms so that they will not fall off us or hinder our performance,
a tall, thin woman said walking behind Elena and Vera. Her large frame would easily fit into the men's uniform, so she would not have to alter her uniform too much. I am Corporal Lubova Drukova, Soviet navigator. I will show you all how to do this,
she smiled, and her small gray eyes lit up. Then, she looked down at the large boots issued to everyone. Unfortunately, I am not a shoe cobbler, and I cannot fix the boots. However, if we stuff the tips of our boots with cloth or paper, we will be able to walk in them.
Look at this,
one of the women said aghast. Look at this open flap in the front of the pants. There are no buttons to close it.
That will be an easy fix,
she sighed. But, not so easy will be fixing the jackets and pants. You will all have to take out your sewing kits. We are going to have a lot of work to do.
The women walked into their temporary quarters and found bunk beds crammed into the small space of the house. A large fireplace had a fire blazing inside of it taking the edge off the bitter cold. Thin wooden slats were nailed over the broken windows but did little to keep the cold air from seeping in. The women picked their own bed and dropped everything on top of it.
Soon, all the women were getting tips and pointers from Lubova on how to cut down and fix their oversized uniforms. They worked by the light of the fireplace, and the four kerosene lanterns spaced strategically around the room. Hours later, they finished the last of the alterations and fell backward on their cots and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, the women were awakened and ordered to dress and report to their commanding officer outside. They dressed quickly and filed out of the house and were told to stand at attention while a ranking female officer addressed them. I am Comrade Senior Captain Voskolov, your commanding officer. It has been reported that an army corporal in the supply unit was threatened by a female officer. He was so flustered he forgot the officer's name. The one who did this will step forward.
As Vera stepped forward so did every officer in their unit. Then, the lower-ranking women soldiers stepped forward as well.
I see,
the captain turned her head for a moment so that no one could see the smile that was trying to escape. She turned back and looked sternly at the women in front of her. It was brought to my attention that he was threatened to be sent to Siberia and a bullet to the head. Is that correct?
Every woman replied at the same time, Yes, Comrade Senior Captain.
When I asked him why he was threatened he said he had no idea why this officer would threaten him. He was just doing his duty.
She walked up and down the line of women standing at attention, I questioned him further, and it came out that he had said something about his refusing to help treat the hands of the useless women who came through here yesterday; the women who had been digging dugout shelters for the male soldiers.
The captain stopped in front of Vera. He is just a sample of what we, as women soldiers, are going to have to endure, until we can show them our skills and dedication are worthy of their best male soldiers.
The captain stood for a moment in silence and began again. I cannot punish the entire regiment, so I will forget this incident. The corporal, for his actions, is being sent to the front lines. However, refrain from threatening any more incompetent, unintelligent soldiers.
She waited for a moment and added, Is that clear?
In unison, they responded, Yes, Comrade Senior Captain Voskolov.
Vera studied the captain standing before them. She was not especially pretty, and her very short, light-brown hair did nothing to add to her physical presence. And then Vera was stunned by the next thing the captain ordered.
You women are in the Red Army as soldiers.
She began walking up and down the line of women standing at attention and stopped in front of Elena. You will all report to the army barber. All of you must cut your hair so that you look like a soldier and not a primping woman.
There was an audible gasp from the women. Vera knew their long hair was their pride and joy.
The captain shrugged and said, You can either cut your own hair or go to the army barber. It is up to you, but he does cut the hair very, very short. Your hair should not touch your shoulders. Those who disregard this order will be put in the guard house for two weeks, and then sent to the Army barber. You are dismissed.
Almost all the women walked somberly back to their quarters, except for a couple of the women who felt short hair would be great to have and elected to go to the army barber.
An hour later, the floor of their house was filled with long locks in various lengths and colors. They all sat somberly and watched as their hair was swept up and thrown into the fireplace.
Vera looked around at the sad faces of the women and said, We volunteered to help get the fascists out of our country. This is a small sacrifice.
She fluffed her short hair, It will be all right. Our hair will grow back after the war.
She looked