ONE FINE DAYThe German high command did not seem too determined to free the troops starving and freezing to death in the Kessel
They made a brave attempt to hold out, but there was no one trying to reach them from German lines.
The only supplies reaching them were those brought in by air, and our fighters were having a field day. Every day they brought down dozens of German Ju52s and He111s. The German airfields at Pitomnik and Gumrak looked more like junk yards than military airfields.
For us, those days were a blur of anti tank, anti troop, anti artillery missions.
One mission stands out, from start to finish.
A ground attack mission, inside the Kessel, where our troops and artillery were trying to root out entrenched German positions.
Petrovna arrived with a bruise on her cheek and I noticed she winced as she climbed into her gunner's position. Last I had seen her she was drinking a quiet beer with some of the other women.
I plugged in my radio cable and asked her over my shoulder..."So, romance or politics?"
She didn't reply. "Not romance then," I guessed. "So don't tell me, you insulted some general, or commissar, or someone's uncle who serves on the high command..."
"That damn Krymov," she finally said as we lifted off the icy runway, "She's a dubious character, I remember her when she arrived from Kiev, all full of herself and her time with the Trotskyists and Bukharinites..."
"There is not enough war for you down there...you have to also make war in your own barracks?"
"The new Russia," she grunted, "Has enemies everywhere. Now shut up and drive will you, it is too cold back here for chit chat."
But that is not why I remember the mission. We flew 40 minutes under a low grey sky toward the attack point, but when we arrived over where the front lines should be, I could see nothing.
No trenches, no dug in troops, no smoke or wrecked vehicles, the whole landscape below was snowy, white and undisturbed.
I ordered the flight to follow me in a racetrack course over the target area.
"Lost again," Petrovna muttered.
"Well, use your own eyes," I told her as we made another circuit, "Instead of just complaining."
"We're sitting ducks up here," she pointed out. "Why don't you just land and ask the Germans for directions?"
Then there was a mighty
CRACK and a black cloud erupted behind us.
"Flak!" Petrovna yelled.
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