Friday, June 1, 2012
Far East Theater in WWIII 1946 by Ranger Elite
Foreign Personnel Training Field & Forward Airbase
of the Air Force of the Free Republic of Russia
Attached to 5th Air Force
U.S. Army Air Forces in the Far East
Urum-chi, Sinkiang Province, Republic of China
General Yevgeny Rushenko was restless in his cot, constantly pinching himself to see if all this was real. Three short years ago, he was a junior lieutenant flying Yakovlev Yak-3's in the Red Army's Aviation Regiments, was shot down by German antiaircraft artillery over Minsk, and was captured and taken to prison camp where he languished in pain and misery, and where he was recruited to join Vlasov's army in exile, fighting on the side of the Germans. At first, he was apprehensive about turning his back on his countrymen, but that gradually faded as his instinct for survival entrenched itself solidly within him. As time went on, this turned into a conviction that he should help free his Russian brothers and sisters from the yoke of communist oppression and Comrade Stalin's tyranny. Starting as a foot soldier, he was eventually returned to his vocation as a combat pilot, having been retrained to fly the Messerscmitt Me-262 jet fighter. He shot down a few Allied bombers over Germany, before he was again shot down, this time not to return to the air, by the end of the war. At that point, there was bedlam. Everyone scrambling to cut a deal or find some safety, some running to the Allies, some running from them, all not wanting to be returned to the vicious regime of Iosef Stalin, where they KNEW that they would killed, as they were deemed traitors and past rehabilitation. So what are one's choices when you are marked for death?
So he began tramping around, using his talent for languages to lay low among the displaced persons moving about around the world, his only companion being his Mauser HSc .380 ACP pistol. The closest he felt to home was when he once moved with a group of displaced Jews, who had been liberated from the horrors of the Nazi Konzentrationslageren, and came from all across Europe, now making what they called in Hebrew “Aaliyah”, or return to the homeland, to Palestine. They never judged him, or asked him what he had done, they always welcomed his help and he theirs. He got along very well with the Russians from this very diverse group, always reminiscing of a home only now half-remembered, and perhaps idealized far too much. Yevgeny had actually considered going to Palestine with this group, even considering trusting this group and offering his flying expertise to them. And then there was the ambush. When they had arrived in the Balkan Mountains, between Bulgaria and Greece, a large party of bandits attacked the group while he and some of the stronger members of their band had gone foraging and hunting for food. The stark and utter devastation they discovered in the camp upon their return was mournful. He led the survivors from there to Piraeus, so they can find passage to their promised land. He parted ways with them, realizing that, once and for all time, settling down with them was never meant for him. He realized his true purpose in the remains of the broken camp. He would fight to free the oppressed, especially in his own homeland, and fight for the innocent, who are not able to defend themselves. He knew that the NKVD would chase him down like a dog, they would not rest until he had been 'liquidated', they would make him an example for the proletariat masses that they kept enthralled with terror, but he had made the determination that he would turn and fight, fight with greater purpose than he had ever had before.
Yevgeny Rushenko made his way to Istanbul by early December, 1945, stayed a couple weeks with some White Russian expatriates that he came across. In that time, he was able to clean himself, refresh and recharge himself, load up on clean clothes, provisions and ammunition for his pistol, and he was on his way. From Istanbul, Yevgeny signed on as a crewman on a tramp steamer headed to Limassol, Cyprus, then signed on aboard another ship, headed to Latakiya, in the former French protectorate of Syria, having very nearly been caught by undercover agents of the NKVD in Limassol. As soon as he made his way to Latakiya, he started hitching his way east to Ramadi, Iraq, where he was able to hustle an old worn jeep from a couple of RAF chaps in a card game. He used the jeep to drive south, along the River Tigris, to Basrah, then across the Shatt-al-Arab marshes into Iran, travelling and making money along the way, finding Westerners and, either fleecing them in games of chance, or working as a personal pilot to them. He had proven his versatility in being able to fly anything with wings, a tail assembly and a motor.
He quickly made his way through Afghanistan, into India, where he stopped to rest in Delhi, in mid-March. By this time, he was starting to hear disturbing rumors coming out of the Russian expatriate communities strung out through South Asia: the Soviets were massing to wage war on their former Allies, to solidify their hegemony as the sole super-power throughout the world.
Yevgeny was truly disturbed by this, and it was at this point that he decided to make contact with the United States government, to offer them his services and contacts. He was rebuffed by the Americans, and they must have forwarded his location to the NKVD, because he was nearly caught again, so he ditched his trusty jeep, and made a run directly east, to Imphal, then northwest to Lhasa, Tibet.
After languishing in what he thought of as his own version of Tibetan hell, Yevgeny once again started out, attempting to make his way to Shanghai to the huge Russian expatriate community there, where he knew he would be better able to serve his overriding purpose. He made it as far as Chungking on 2 May 1946, when he heard the news that the Soviets had begun to advance in strength across the River Elbe. He knew that he could no longer turn away, for his conscience would no longer allow him to. He sought out the American Legation and repeated his offer to them. He would fly against the Soviets, for the greater good of his Russian, White Russian, Ukrainian and other Soviet-oppressed brothers and sisters in proletarian bondage. This time they agreed. He began making trips all over China, even making trips behind Soviet lines in Manchuria, to recruit pilots of all type and ratings, to fly with him to TRULY free their homes and families, and not for the cult of personality that was Comrade Stalin.
Increasingly, by word of mouth, word of Yevgeny Rushenko's White Russian Air Force spread far and wide throughout the Siberian wastes and the Far East, and as far as smoldering Japan. Soon, he had more personnel than equipment as recruits poured in from all over the displaced person's communities, the Russian expatriate communities, and other Asian nationals, such as Chinese, Indian and Japanese, training to be pilots and aircrew to fill the small number of billets that were opening with the importation of American, British and former German aircraft that were being donated to his cause.
There was nothing that Chiang's government and military could do to stop him from forming his new air force, and as such, tacitly approved its formation and forward operating area. When the Chinese Autumn occurred, Rushenko's forces, not wishing to anger their Chinese hosts, voluntarily laid down their arms, and submitted to Chinese custody, while Rushenko himself went to Peking to negotiate a settlement and pact with the Chinese government, in exchange for asylum, protection and forward operating areas.
This was all agreed upon, on one condition: that Rushenko's air forces subordinate themselves under the United States Army Air Force's 5th Air Force, to be posted to the huge new airfield being built in Urum-chi, in Sinkiang Province, as a bomber penetration force pointing in the directions of the Soviet Far East and Soviet Central Asia. Rushenko agreed to this, so here we are...