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BUTTERFLY AND FALCON (Part 29)

   By KATZMAREK (C)

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   Author's note.

   This is a work of fiction based on fact.  Opinions and interpretations
of events expressed are my own and as such are entirely contestable.

   This remains my property and may not be used for gain without my express
permission in writing.

   ----------------------------------

   John was growing frustrated with the Volga District Air Defence
Co-ordinator.  Reports of the enemy bombers were contradictory.  He gave up
trying to get the latest altitude.  However, it was 'Oz's' keen eyesight
that spotted the enemy first, a hazy black smudge, like a swarm of locusts.

   "What's our plan, Red Leader?" he called.

   John scanned the formation.  They were in waves, a squadron at a time,
in tight formations for defence.  Above them were groups of escorting
fighters, twin-engined Bf 110 'Zerstorers.' He looked for single-seaters
but saw none.  Apparently, Stalingrad was beyond their range at present.

   "Y'think your boys can keep those 110s off our backs, 'Oz'?"

   "Sure, Red Leader.  We'll climb above them...  c'mon, lads, let's go
hunting."

   The Hurricanes, probably the best gun platform of all the fighters
present, broke away and climbed.  The Hurricane, armed with eight Browning
machine guns, was said to have the ability to 'hang,' rock steady, in the
air.

   Both the LaGG-3 and the La-5 were armed with 20mm cannons.  The Yak
carried a 20mm 'Moteur Canon' firing through the propellor hub and two
12.7mm machine guns.  Soviet fighters tended to have their armament grouped
in the nose firing through the prop disk.  Later in the war, mechanics got
into the habit of hanging all manner of extra ordinance on the wings, such
as rockets, bombs and gun pods.  But, at this early stage, Russian fighters
didn't carry the numbers of guns that their Western counterparts did.  But
with the cannon armament of the Russians, it made sense for them to attack
the bombers and leave the '110's' to the Hurricanes.

   The Messerschmitt Bf-110 was originally designed as a twin-engined
escort fighter to provide German bomber formations with some long range
protection.  In the Battle of Britain they weren't particularly successful,
being woefully outmaneuvred by British single-seaters.  But the Bf-110
found other work, as fighter-bombers, and night-fighters.  At this they
found much more success.  In Russia, they reverted to their original role
until Russian fighter opposition stiffened and they encountered the same
tactical problems that they had in the Battle of Britain.

   The dozen or so Hurricanes plunging down onto the Bf-110s came as an
unpleasant shock to the Luftwaffe pilots.  Superficially, the Hurricane
resembled the Yakovlev Yak-1 and perhaps the Germans initially mistook the
British fighters for such.

   Six or seven 110s turned towards the diving Hurricanes so they could use
their powerful nose armament.  'Oz' and the squadron dived down in pairs
and soon a whirling dogfight developed.  The town of Kalach' could be seen
as the fight began to spread out, getting lower all the time, as the
Hurricanes hounded the big Messerschmitts.

   John and the other three La-5s screamed in at the first formation of
bombers.  It was a staffel of Junkers Ju-88s still with their rough Winter
whitewash.  John's Lavochkins made their attack in line abreast, pouring 8
streams of cannonfire and 16 of heavy machinegun into the close formation.
The effect was immediate as the bomber's formation broke up.  John saw
pieces breaking off aircraft, of smoke and vapour erupting from wings and
motors.  A Junkers exploded in a ball of flame sending debris flying in all
directions.  John dived through the bombers and levelled out below, turning
to make another attack.

   Not long after the squadron landed to refuel, they could here the crump
of bombs being dropped on Stalingrad.  Some dozen or so enemy bombers had
been shot down to three fighters lost.  John was relieved when Jana landed
safely.

   By the time the squadrons turned around, however, the enemy would be
well out of range.  Reluctantly, John had to keep the squadrons back.  He
called General Rokosossky's headquarters to make his report.  He was
greeted by calm reassurance.  'Everything is all right,' he was told, 'the
situation is well in hand.'

   That night, the Luftwaffe raided Leninsk.  There was no warning.  John
and Jana were shaken out of bed by the first bomb burst.  Scrambling in
their underwear, they found some shelter behind the windrow at the edge of
the runway.

   The ground shook, the airfield echoed with the flash and blast of the
German bombs.  It seemed as if nothing could possibly survive and all their
aircraft would be destroyed.

   Not far off something began to burn, they could smell the smoke and the
flare from burning fuel light up the woods around them.  Finally, an
anti-aircraft gun banged from across the other side of the airfield.  John
lifted his head to see the phosphor shells whoosh up into the sky like a
fireworks display.  He doubted, though, that they'd be able to hit anything
without searchlights.  But if it made the gunners feel good then he
couldn't see any harm in it.

   Eventually the raid was over and all was quiet again, except for the
lone anti-aircraft battery blasting away at nothing in particular.  The
airfield was lit up by the orange glare of fires.  Some men ran past
shouting and dragging a water tanker.  Others ran about shouting as if they
couldn't think of anything batter to do.  Someone needed to restore order
and that someone had to be the Lieutenant-Colonel of the Station.

   John was relieved his quarters were undamaged.  Jana and he retrieved
their greatcoats to give them some dignity before tackling the situation.
Together they strode purposely out on to the battered runway.

   "Colonel, sir," a dishevelled aircraftman ran up to them, "the Marshal's
aeroplane..."

   "Let it burn," Jana told him, "what about the fighters?"

   "Not sure," he stammered, "I think we may have lost three...  some may
have blast damage...  fragments..."

   "We'll check in the morning," John told him, "get those fires under
control first.  Is the fuel secure?"

   "Yes, sir...  and the ammo.  It's stored 500 metres away in the..."

   "Yes, I know it is.  Where are the firemen?"

   Just then a Samokhodnaya Ustanovka SU 76 self-propelled gun rumbled onto
the runway loaded with soldiers.  Parking right in the middle they spilled
out.  The gun's crew then began to ready the 76.2mm gun for firing.  The
anti-aircraft gunner was still blazing away into the sky.  John patience
ran out.

   "Hey!" he shouted, "what the fuck do you think you're going to do with
that?  And can someone tell that fucking gun crew to shut the fuck up?"

   "Sir," a sergeant said, "the army says there may be more enemy planes
and..."

   "I don't give a monkey's," he shouted, "*I'm* saying to cease fire and
do something useful."

   Gradually, by shouting and cajoling, John began to assert some
authority. The soldiers John put to work as stretcher bearers.  'Oz'
arrived, blackened with soot.

   "We've lost one for sure," he told John, "some splinter damage but I
think it could've been worse."

   "We need to move, 'Oz,'" John told him, "we'll get more of those.  The
army can't protect us as well as Stalingrad."

   "What's going on?" 'Oz' asked, "have you managed to get information?"

   "Not much," he shrugged, "headquarters don't know anything, I'm sure. 
Jerry's knocked out communications."

   "Why don't we take a look?"

   "Does the Hurricane have the range?"

   "Range for what?" Jana asked, eavesdropping.

   "To take a peek across the Don," John replied.

   "When do we go?"

   "Now wait..." John started to say.

   "Just," 'Oz' interrupted, "but there'll be no time for stooging around.
What about your Russkie crates?"

   "Umm," John drew himself back to the conversation.  He knew he was
beaten from the outset.  Jana would be coming along on any enterprise they
conjured up.  "Umm, the La 5s and LaGGs have a similar range to the
Hurricane.  The MiG is a little longer but we couldn't hang around for
long..."

   "Yak 9s," interrupted Jana, "they're good for 1000 kilometres on full
tanks!"

   "Have we any undamaged?"

   "Who knows?  Won't know for sure until light."

   "In any case, we need to fly anything that will get into the air to
dispersal fields..."

   "That's what Junior Officers are for," laughed 'Oz', "and maybe those
army chaps can rustle up some transport?"

   "Good idea," John agreed, "delegation and all that?"

   "Exactly!"

   -----------------------------------

   When the sun broke fitfully over the horizon, smoke still drifted over
the airfield.  Most had slept little, and they gazed upon wrecked and
burning buildings and aircraft.

   John took a tour of the wounded and paid respects to the dead.  It could
have been worse, much worse, but for the fact that night bombing was still
an inexact science.  Most of the bombs had fallen in the nearby forests.

   Many of the aircraft, however, had suffered some sort of damage from
splinters.  The Hurricane's aft fusilage, for instance, was a wooden frame
covered with fabric and, although it was a sturdy aircraft, some were
potmarked with holes.

   "They'll still fly," 'Oz' said confidently.  One advantage of fabric
covering was that it could be patched relatively easily.

   Two Yak 9s had survived undamaged and one Yak 1.  The Yak 1 differed
from the Yak 9 in that it had the cockpit canopy fared into the fusilage
while the Yak 9's canopy was a 'bubble.' This gave the later model better
vision aft.  That model, too, had an uprated engine with more power at
altitude.  Otherwise both models shared the same 1000km range.

   John opted for the older aircraft for their coming mission.  He and Jana
gave 'Oz' a quick lesson on how to fly the Yak, including a translation of
the Russian characters signifying altitude, speed etc.  Like all Russian
aircraft of the period, the Yak was heavy on the controls.  This was partly
due to control ratios, a less sophisticated hydraulic system compared to
Western aircraft, and because Russian pilots preferred it that way.  The
Yak was considered a good handling machine, precise and positive, but
required a certain 'assertiveness' from the pilot.

   "Bloody Hell!" 'Oz' radioed when they were in the air, "this kite takes
a bit of getting used to!"

   "It'll do whatever you ask it to," John told him, "just point the stick
the way you want to go and it will follow, believe me!"

   The Hurricane, by comparison, had a light feel.  When a few found their
way to Russia, Russian pilots hated them because they had a habit of
wrenching the stick too violently when banking, only to find the Hurricane
flicked into a barrel roll.  Similarly, a gentle climb could end up in a
stall.  Such 'touchiness' required a whole new approach to flying.

   They followed the line of the railway West until tired of being fired on
by Russian troops.  A Tank Brigade was on the move, a great, sprawling
column of transport and armoured vehicles.  The difficulty of moving
quickly in this country was obvious.  Most military movements took place
along railway routes.  Naturally, these routes were a magnet for enemy
bombers and it was clear the marshalling yards at Kalach' had been heavily
attacked.

   Funnels of dirty brown smoke could be seen rising up into the sky from
many points on the horizon.  John headed them towards Millerovo, an
important strategic town on the Rostov to Voronezh railway line.  As they
neared the town they could all see that an attack by dive bombers was in
progress.

   Of all the attack aircraft in the Luftwaffe arsenal, the Junker Ju-87
was one of the most common.  The word 'Stuka' was an acronym for Dive
Bomber, (Sturzkampfflugzeug) and was a generic term.  That it came to be
associated with a specific aircraft, just as 'Sturmavik' came to be
associated with the Ilyushin Il-2, is evidence that the Germans never came
up with a satisfactory replacement.  The 'Stuka' was already obsolete by
1942 but it still soldiered on in frontline service.

   In the Battle of Britain, the dive bomber's shortcomings were finally in
evidence.  Although stukas could be escorted to the target, once in the
dive they were on their own.  They had high drag, broad chord wings and air
brakes designed to slow the dive to allow greater control of the aircraft
in attack.  The RAF learned to follow them down when they were most
vulnerable.  The RAF fighters, too, learned they had a weakness in the rear
of the fusilage just in front of the tail.  A few well-placed bursts of
machinegun fire served to blow the tail off the stuka ensuring its dive
became its last.

   The stuka had 'gull' wings, both to lift the fusilage sufficiently off
the ground to attach a bomb, and to ensure the big propellor had adequate
ground clearance on take off.  The inboard portion of the wing sloped down
in an 'anhedral,' then cranked upwards in an exaggerated 'dihedral.'
Combined with its fixed-wheel undercarriage, the result was a very stable
and docile aircraft to fly, slow, and not particularly maneuverable.

   But against minimal opposition and shocked and traumatised people on the
ground, the psychological effect of the screaming aircraft plummetting down
on top of you, was great.

   Here's where, perhaps, could be found some evidence that the Russians
learned more from the Spanish Civil War experience than the Germans. 
Apparently, alone among the major powers, the Russians never seriously
considered designing specialist Dive Bombers.  The design compromises
necessary to marry a steady bomb platform and an aircraft able to defend
itself was too great.  The nearest they came was the Sukhoi Su-2, generally
regarded as a failure, and easy meat for German fighters.  The armoured,
tank-busting 'Sturmavik,' capable of low-level ground attack, forefilled
the requirement much more effectively.

   The Germans payed the Russians the greatest compliment by designing the
Henschel Hs-129 to emulate the role of the sturmavik.  Unfortunately for
the Luftwaffe the result was under-powered and too large.

   "Whooah," called 'Oz,' "stukas!"

   "I see them," Jana called, "are we going to help, Lieutenant-General?"

   "If I'm a General I've a bloody tiny army, Jana.  Sure, let's go and
give the chaps a hand."

   The three fighters climbed to meet the circling Dive Bombers.  They were
hovering at about 3000 metres and John decided to get slightly above them.
He could see no escorts, evidence perhaps that Russian fighter resistance
was practically non-existant.  John, Jana and 'Oz' were grinning.  They
knew this was going to be a turkey shoot.

   Several stukas dropped their bombs and turned for home when they spotted
the Russian fighters approach.  'Oz' immediately fastened on to the tail of
one as it commenced its dive.  Through the headsets they could all hear the
German pilots warning each other.

   John dipped below a stuka into its blind spot.  It twisted and turned,
trying to give a field of fire for the air gunner in the rear of the
cockpit.  John's cannon caught one of its big wings and straight away it
started to burn.  Jana, too, whooped as she blew the tail off another. 
John could see 'Oz' level out below having seen off his target.  Soon the
sky emptied as the stukas cleared out.  Streams of tracer shells and
airbursts began to erupt around them as the troops on the ground hosed the
sky indiscriminately.  John had seen this before and knew they had to clear
out before they were shot down by their own side.  Panicky Russians gunners
shot at everything and even the big Russian falcon wasn't safe.  John had
seen a machine gunner blasting away at such a bird in frustration once.  He
was glad the Russian's aim was poor and the bird escaped.

   'Stooging' time had expired and they needed to head home.  They'd seen
enough, however, and was certain Millerovo was going to fall.  If the same
trend was repeated throughout the front then the situation was disasterous.
Russian defence on the Don Front was collapsing.

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   By August the Germans were at the outskirts of Stalingrad and there
began the great titanic struggle for that city.  Russian armour was kept
back on the other side of the Volga.  Although it's true that the Red Army
needed to build up its forces for a counter attack, the indomitable Marshal
Zhukov had a better reason for leaving the defence of Stalingrad to the
infantry.

   Experience in Spain had shown that tanks cannot move through streets
blocked by collapsed brick buildings.  The stukas started the war on the
infrastructure of Stalingrad but it was the retreating Russians who
gleefully added to the carnage by blowing up buildings as they went.  The
result was a defender's paradise with ample cover for snipers and fixed
artillery.

   The panzers were neutralised in the streets.  Unable to go anywhere,
between August and through to October, the Germans lost hundreds of tanks
from molotov cocktails, anti-tank rifles, concealed guns and intrepid Red
Army defenders tossing grenades down the turret hatches.

   Lieutenant-General Chuikov of the 62nd Army was entrusted by Marshal
Zhukov with the defence of the city.  A veteran of Spain, Chuikov noted how
the stukas would not bomb close to the front line for fear of hitting their
own men.  Therefore he ordered his men to stay within grenade distance of
the enemy.

   By the 30th of September, the Germans had severed communications between
the 62nd, and their support on the left, Major-General Shumilov's 64th
Army. The 62nd was pinned against the Volga in a series of pockets.  It was
Chuikov who made up the slogan, 'for us, there is no land across the
Volga.'

   At one point, the 14th of September, the 62nd was reduced to fewer than
50,000 men.  But when all seemed lost, rescuers arrived and, on that
occasion, it was the 13th Guards Division who saved the day.

   Histories of Stalingrad record the drama of the Tractor Factory, but all
the salients of resistance inside Stalingrad had their story.  There was
the 'Dzerzinsky Complex,' the 'Barricades Salient' and the 'tennis
racquet,' for instance.  When the so called 'Orlovka Salient' was
eliminated, 3 German Divisions concentrated on a front of barely 4
kilometres and hurled themselves at the final defences on October the 14th.

   The German 14th Panzer Division even reached the river, the LI Korps
occupied the famous tractor factory, but on the night of the 17th and 18th,
the exhausted German attackers watched as hundreds of ferries brought over
the Soviet 138th Division.  LI Korps' Commander, General von
Seydlitz-Kurzbach, knew it was hopeless, and steadily the German advance
ran out of steam.

   The last throw of the German dice occurred on November the 10th when LI
Korps managed to cut off the 'Barricades' from the rest of the 62nd Army.
Again, the Germans occupied the Red October Tractor Factory, but by then
the whole of General von Paulus' German 6th Army was spent.  Its infantry
companies were down to an average of 70 men and the three Divisions that
made up the XIV Panzer Korps had barely 200 tanks left between them.

   From that point on the impetus swung the Russians' way.  A situation
they didn't relinquish until 1945.

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   Meanwhile the 400th Interceptor Regiment was withdrawn to Astrakhan on
the Caspian Sea to re-equip.  'Oz' received a message from London asking
his opinion of a possible withdrawal of RAF personnel.  'Oz' explained that
he thought it wouldn't leave a very good impression with their Russian
hosts, to cut and run.  London agreed, but said it was impossible to supply
replacement aircraft, suggesting they ask the Russians if they could borrow
some.

   For the Hurricanes had taken a battering from bombing and wear and tear.
There was now only 5 that were servicable.  The British pilots had to watch
as new aircraft arrived for their Russian comrades.

   These were Yak-9Ds, ten of them, and, together with the four surviving
La-5s, made up the Russian squadron to fourteen aircraft.  The Yaks came
equipped with racks for unguided missiles under each wing.  Some spare Yaks
were handed over to the British to supplement the Hurricanes.  Some of the
RAF pilots had the red star painted on their fusilage and wings, part in
flattery to their hosts and because they were tired of being fired on by
gunners on the ground.  All the RAF aircraft, however, retained the tail
flash and had the Union Jack stencilled under the nose.  All were painted
in standard Red Airforce camoflage.

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   Meanwhile the giant pincers that would nip out von Paulus and the German
6th Army was being prepared.  The main target was to be the German allies,
the Rumanians and the Italians to the left and right of the Stalingrad
front.

   On the Russian right, the 5th Tank Army and the 21st prepared to
demolish the Rumanian 3rd Army.  To the South of Stalingrad rolled three
corps from the 51st and 57th Army together with the 2nd Guards against the
Rumanian 4th.

   This was the first major offensive by the Russians and provided them
with an opportunity to practice all the hard lessons they'd learned in a
year and a half of war.

   The elite of the infantry must surely be the 'Tank Riders.' These
special companies rode on top of the tanks as they drove into battle to
jump off when they arrived at the front line.  This suicidal practice,
nevertheless, provided the attackers with foot soldiers that could go in
immediately after the tanks to exploit the breach.

   In any case, they were to face the most frail of Hitler's lines on the
Stalingrad Front.  The Rumanians had few anti-tank weapons, were poorly
lead and their morale was next to zero.

   On top of that, Luftflotte IV was exhausted, having flown more missions
than they were ever expected to.  Attrition among aircraft and personnel
was high.  For the first time, battlefield air superiority was going to go
to the Russians with scores of Il-2, Pe-2, Tu-2 light bomber squadrons and
an unprecedented number of fighters available.

   Operation 'Uranus,' as it was dubbed in Moscow, was due to begin on
November the 19th, 1942.

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