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C Taylor - Nadya's War

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Nadezdah Little Boar Buzina, a young pilot with the Red Armys 586th all-female fighter regiment, dreams of becoming an ace. Those dreams shatter when a dogfight leaves her severely burned and the sole survivor from her flight. For the latter half of 1942, she struggles against crack Luftwaffe pilots, a vengeful political commissar, and a new addiction to morphine, all the while questioning her worth and purpose in a world beyond her control. Its not until the Soviet counter-offensive at Stalingrad that she finds her unlikely answers, and they only come after shes saved her mortal enemys life and fallen in love with the one who nearly kills her.

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C. S. Taylor

NADYAS WAR

For Gramps

Chapter One

13 August 1942

Anisovka, Saratovskaya Oblast

When I climbed into my single-engine, low-wing fighter, praying to get my first kill, I never thought Id fall in love with someone whod have me shot.

I flew through my pre-flight checklist as fast as I could, verifying every setting and gauge in the cockpit. I was a last-minute substitution for a patrol near the Don River, and the added pressure of having to scramble put a tremor in my hands. I feared I would miss something that would prove deadly. A single overlooked item could be the difference between coming home in one piece and not coming home at all. And I had promised my little brother a game of cards when the war was over. I didnt want to go to my grave knowing a fourteen year old had cleaned me out the last time we played.

Nadya! Slow down! Klara Rudneva shouted as she hopped on my planes wing. Her short stature and oversized male, khaki uniform made her look childish, but her face looked anything but. She reminded me of the famous operetta star, Anastasia Vyaltseva, as they both had the same lively smile, sparkling dark eyes, and angelic beauty. Despite the urgency in Klaras voice, she gently slid a pair of goggles over my leather cap. Youll want to have these, Little Boar.

I groaned as I set the trim and flaps to neutral in preparation for takeoff. I wish you wouldnt call me that. Im not a boar.

Klara was a mechanic at the airfield and had seen me off for all seven combat sorties Id been on. Shed called me Little Boar since Id arrived at the 586th Fighter Aviation Regiment regardless of my constant objection. She gave the gritty harness that held my parachute on my back one solid tug before tightening my lap belt. Little boars are hot headed and charge fearlessly at their enemy.

Boars are mean and ugly.

You are far from ugly, Nadya, she said with a longing in her tone. Not with those gorgeous cheek bones and golden locks of yours.

And fat head, I tacked on. You forgot to mention that, and you do think Im mean.

Only when someone teases you about your Cossack heritage, she replied, referring to an incident that had happened two days ago involving me and our commanding officer, and ended with me scrubbing floors for eight hours straight. But if you are mean, be mean to the Germans. Be mean and deadly as my Little Boar should be.

The roar of two engines firing up on the airfield drew both our attentions. That was the start of the other Yak-1 fighters on this missions flight. In moments, wed all be in the air, eagerly looking to pick a fight with the German Luftwaffe. The time Klara and I had was short, despite my wishes to the contrary.

Klara leaned into the cramped cockpit and gave me a one-armed hug. She smelled of sweat and oil, and grease transferred from her face to mine. I didnt mind. Come back to me safe, Nadya.

I will, I replied. This brief exchange had become a ritual between us since our first pairing, twelve days ago. It was a moment in time Id come to relish. It was our little space where nothing could harm us. Not Hitler nor his army looking to conquer. Not Stalin nor his fanatics looking to purge. It was a place where two friends could savor a moment before being thrust into the chaos of the Great Patriotic War.

Now go and get your first kill, she said, squeezing me one last time before jumping off the wing.

Once she waved she was clear of the propeller, I gave her a light-hearted salute and started my planes engine. I watched the needle on the oil pressure gauge climb and tried to calm my nerves. The Luftwaffe had dominated the air since the start of the war. Today would be no different, and I wondered how many more planes and pilots we would lose in defense of the homeland. My muscles tightened in my back, and I blew out a simple, hushed prayer. God be with me.

As comforting as those words were, I hated whispering them, but over the last twelve years Id learned to keep prayers to myself after seeing those who didnt be shot or sent to labor camps. I told myself I was being pragmatic, surviving, even if official persecution had been called off. Some nights when I tried to sleep, however, I considered it was more cowardice than anything.

I used the two wheels on my right to open the water and oil radiators, and then started taxiing the plane into position on the runway. I leaned out of the cockpit to see where I was going since the planes nose blocked my view. The cool afternoon breeze carried with it hints of petrol.

The radio sprang to life. Martyona Gelman, my wing leader, spoke with calm authority. Form on me after takeoff, five hundred meters. One circle of the airfield and were going.

I slid my canopy over my head and locked both it and the tail wheel into place. The roar of the engine softened by about a third, but I felt as if its vibrations in the stick and the foot pedals were three times what they were. I soon became aware that the engine wasnt causing my controls to shake. I was.

Easy, Nadya. You can do this. I told myself, double-checking the gun sight. Focusing on the crosshairs felt reassuring, as if I had control over my destiny. All I had to do was put my enemy in them and down hed go. I could make a difference in this flight, in this war. A great difference. More so than any of the other girls? No. As far as I was concerned, each one of us in this all-female regiment would leave our mark in history.

Red Eight, this is tower. Youre clear for takeoff.

I pushed the throttle forward, and my fighter started down the runway. It built speed like a wild horse cut free from the pens, and I was along for the ride. I used the left rudder pedal to counter the planes innate desire to hook right, lest I crash before leaving the ground. God, how embarrassing would that be?

Once the plane hit one hundred and seventy kilometers per hour, with both vehicles and buildings zipping by on the ground, I eased the stick back. My Yak-1 leapt into the air as if it were as eager to reach the sky as I was. An overwhelming sense of freedom washed over me, and I smiled while slipping into a V-formation with the two other girls. Flying was still as magical as Id dreamed it would be when I had been a little girl watching hawks sail overhead.

I took my position flying wing for Martyona. I was off her right side by a dozen meters, and another girl, Kareliya Malkova, flew on Martyonas left. In the short time Id known Kareliya, I had learned two things. First, she was as reserved as they come, and second, she had a vicious streak that hungered for her first victory against a German pilot like none Id ever seen. I wondered if shed beat me to it and secretly prayed she wouldnt.

Our flight should have been four, a pair of wing leaders and wingmen, but another girls plane needed last-minute work on the landing gear, and even a dullard knew taking off with only one wheel ended badly. Normally, we would have waited on the repair, but the Germans had reached the town of Kalach-on-the-Don a couple of days ago and were now less than seventy kilometers from Stalingrad. We couldnt afford to let them reach that mighty city, and thus were forced to go up one pilot short. Our CO said wed be fine. I dared to believe her.

Our trio headed south. On most flights wed protect high-value targets from the Luftwaffe, such as railways, bridges, and depots, but with the pressure on Stalingrad, we were being sent to patrol a swath of area northwest of the city. Despite the Red Army Airs high losses, I was glad we were headed closer to the front as it let me be proud of my service and reinforced the notion we were all doing something important. That and guard duty was about as exciting as hours of pot scrubbing.

The Volga River flowed off to my left. I enjoyed the view of it from above as it reminded me that even in war, nature was beautiful. I also loved seeing the ships come and go from portthey looked so freeand enjoyed wondering what the little girls in the nearby fields thought when they looked up and saw us fly by.

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