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Newspaper of baltic naval aviation "For Stalin" dated July 24, 1941
English Translation — Za Stalina, No. 29 — July 24, 1941
AFTER READING — DESTROY
Proletarians of all countries, unite!
ZA STALINA
Red Navy Newspaper
No. 29 — July 24, 1941
TO THE BRAVE AND COURAGEOUS PILOTS OF THE BALTIC FLEET ON NAVY DAY — OUR COMBAT SALUTE!
THE TREACHEROUS ENEMY WILL BE CRUSHED AND DESTROYED!
Today, in the midst of the national Patriotic War against German fascism, we mark Navy Day — not with parades, but in fierce battle against the invaders on our flourishing land.
Baltic sailors, gunners, pilots, political officers and seamen declare through their actions:
“For the Motherland and for Comrade Stalin!”
Trained in the glorious revolutionary traditions of our homeland, our fighters face the enemy without fear or reproach, holding fast to their position and destroying the fascists in battle.
In the first weeks of war, hundreds of pilots have joined the air force and already given their lives for the homeland. All who take flight now have proven worthy of their title — they strike with precision, like all heroes of Stalin’s valor.
German killers in their wrecked tanks and vehicles tremble at the roar of Baltic Fleet engines above. Past enemy camps and positions fly names they know and fear:
Buktiev, Babushkin, Mikhalev, Zosimov, Loginov, Barabanov, Gladkov, Mindubaev, Teplov, Ivanov, Ryasenkov, Neshchuporenko, and sharpshooters Titov, Loginov, Kudrashov, Red Navy man Utkin, and many others — hated by the enemy, inspired by mission and success.
Our love for the Motherland and loyalty to the Party doesn’t come by decree — it lives in our blood. United under the banner of Lenin and Stalin, led into battle by our great leader, we are invincible.
But the enemy is strong, throwing everything into this war with savage rage. Victory requires tremendous effort.
We must triple our discipline, our organization. Any trace of cowardice or carelessness must be burned away with hot iron.
Let the example of our determination and will to victory inspire our ranks. We have everything we need to win — and with the democratic nations of the world, we will wipe fascism from the face of the earth.
Our cause is just.
We will win.
THE FEAT OF PILOT ZOSIMOV
After completing a reconnaissance mission under heavy anti-aircraft fire, pilots Zosimov and Buktiev were returning home in their fast fighters.
At 1,000–1,200 meters altitude over friendly territory, they spotted two German Ju 88s. They immediately gave chase.
The enemy tightened formation and opened fire — but our pilots were unfazed. Their return fire was accurate: one Ju 88 spiraled out of control.
That was the moment. Zosimov and Buktiev split up and attacked individually.
Zosimov dove on his target five times, raking the bomber from the rear and sides. Smoke poured from its left engine.
He went in for a sixth pass — but saw the Junkers lining up for a bombing run.
Zosimov looked below and saw Soviet columns on the road.
There was no time to lose.
He climbed above the enemy and aimed for a ramming intercept. He pulled the trigger —
No fire. Out of ammo.
Without veering off course, he rammed the bomber.
The massive Ju 88 broke apart mid-air.
“Take that, you bastard!” Zosimov snarled with a strange satisfaction, guiding his damaged plane home.
The enemy bomber exploded on impact — its own bombs igniting on the ground.
His comrade Buktiev also fought fiercely, performing bold attacks and bringing down another fascist bomber.
Two Soviet pilots — four fascist vultures destroyed.
— L. Ryakhovsky
IN OUR SKY AND SEA, THE ENEMY SHALL FIND ONLY DEATH AND SORROW
(Poem by Osip Kolchin, inspired by Baltic Fleet pilots)
You fly in through the blazing heat
To strike with fire and flight—
And from the shore and from the sea
We’ll send our volleys right.
We’ll smash him from the back and flanks,
The fleet will seal his doom.
He’ll crash and burn, that fascist beast—
His grave: the Baltic gloom.
Let his bombers dare to rise,
Let fighters prowl the sky—
We’ll sign their fate with roaring guns,
We’ll shoot them from on high.
They’ll find no flag, no flying space
Where Soviet wings don’t soar.
Our shells will seek them through the clouds
And end this bloody war.
We’ll hunt them down across the waves,
We’ll burn their steel and bone.
They’ll find no peace — not sea, nor air —
Our fire will bring them home.
STALIN’S FALCONS
Bolshevik pilots of our heroic army are the pride of the Soviet sky.
"Stalin’s Falcons" — as they’re called by workers and soldiers — soar into battle against fascist invaders.
Under their deadly fire, Nazi tanks, planes, and infantry perish.
Dozens of enemy planes and hundreds of tanks are credited to our airmen.
The fascists dreamed of air supremacy — but their dream will burn in smoke.
Courage, skill, bravery, discipline — these are the marks of a Soviet pilot.
The enemy who crossed our borders shall not return.
WE PLEDGE TO YOU, OUR LEADER
To Stalin, leader of the peoples of the USSR —
We, his falcons, pledge:
We will strike down the fascist scum,
To the last breath, to the last bullet!
Each of our missions is a hammerblow.
Each of our victories — a victory of the people.
EIGHT NAZI PLANES SHOT DOWN AS A GIFT FOR NAVY DAY
By P. Taitsyuk
The pilots of Squadron N of the Baltic Fleet celebrated Navy Day with thunder.
They took part in enemy reconnaissance and fought back several German air raids.
In recent days, Comrade Lonkere and others shot down three fascist planes. One Junker was hit over Udmeis.
Pilots Mikhalev and Zosimov, out of ammunition, didn’t retreat — they rammed the enemy.
Not a single enemy bomber escaped unscathed.
Such falcons are the pride of our sky.
SATIRE CORNER
Cartoon Caption:
A fascist plane zooms in full of fire,
But Soviet guns shoot ever higher.
His engine fails, he spirals fast—
This flight, it seems, will be his last!
KNOW THIS, SOLDIER:
Your political commissar is your father.
He leads from the Party — to victory.
He stands with you in battle.
The people always win with him.
FROM THE COMBAT DIARY OF PILOT KOZHIN
July 18. On the road near P..., spotted enemy tank concentrations. Opened fire from the flanks.
Significant enemy losses.
July 20. Reports came of enemy tanks 15 km out. Took off immediately. Result: six vehicles destroyed.
July 21. Full squadron scrambled at dawn. Targets: tanks, artillery.
Four vehicles destroyed, one fuel depot hit.
LETTER FROM HOME
“Leningrad was, is, and always will be ours”
A letter delivered to Comrade Political Officer T. Chekushkin from his father:
Greetings, my dearly respected son Vasya!
I send you my heartfelt greetings and wish you the very best success in the fight against my old enemy.
Zina and I are working for the defense effort. We are doing everything we can to help you — our three sons. Stay strong, strike the enemy hard.
I couldn’t sit still and volunteered to join a battalion defending the city of Lenin. We, the old workers, may die — but we will never surrender this city to Hitler.
In 1919, we had only bast shoes, hunger, and cold — but we drove out the White Guards. And now we’ll give this enemy a beating too.
Our beloved Leningrad was, is, and always will be ours.
Farewell.
Your father, A. Chekushkin
JUST IN:
This morning, Stalin’s pilots shot down eight enemy planes in fierce air battle.
Soviet falcons turned the sky into a graveyard for Nazi aviation.
Editorial Board: C-8029
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English Translation — Za Stalina, No. 29 — July 24, 1941
AFTER READING — DESTROY
Proletarians of all countries, unite!
ZA STALINA
Red Navy Newspaper
No. 29 — July 24, 1941
TO THE BRAVE AND COURAGEOUS PILOTS OF THE BALTIC FLEET ON NAVY DAY — OUR COMBAT SALUTE!
THE TREACHEROUS ENEMY WILL BE CRUSHED AND DESTROYED!
Today, in the midst of the national Patriotic War against German fascism, we mark Navy Day — not with parades, but in fierce battle against the invaders on our flourishing land.
Baltic sailors, gunners, pilots, political officers and seamen declare through their actions:
“For the Motherland and for Comrade Stalin!”
Trained in the glorious revolutionary traditions of our homeland, our fighters face the enemy without fear or reproach, holding fast to their position and destroying the fascists in battle.
In the first weeks of war, hundreds of pilots have joined the air force and already given their lives for the homeland. All who take flight now have proven worthy of their title — they strike with precision, like all heroes of Stalin’s valor.
German killers in their wrecked tanks and vehicles tremble at the roar of Baltic Fleet engines above. Past enemy camps and positions fly names they know and fear:
Buktiev, Babushkin, Mikhalev, Zosimov, Loginov, Barabanov, Gladkov, Mindubaev, Teplov, Ivanov, Ryasenkov, Neshchuporenko, and sharpshooters Titov, Loginov, Kudrashov, Red Navy man Utkin, and many others — hated by the enemy, inspired by mission and success.
Our love for the Motherland and loyalty to the Party doesn’t come by decree — it lives in our blood. United under the banner of Lenin and Stalin, led into battle by our great leader, we are invincible.
But the enemy is strong, throwing everything into this war with savage rage. Victory requires tremendous effort.
We must triple our discipline, our organization. Any trace of cowardice or carelessness must be burned away with hot iron.
Let the example of our determination and will to victory inspire our ranks. We have everything we need to win — and with the democratic nations of the world, we will wipe fascism from the face of the earth.
Our cause is just.
We will win.
THE FEAT OF PILOT ZOSIMOV
After completing a reconnaissance mission under heavy anti-aircraft fire, pilots Zosimov and Buktiev were returning home in their fast fighters.
At 1,000–1,200 meters altitude over friendly territory, they spotted two German Ju 88s. They immediately gave chase.
The enemy tightened formation and opened fire — but our pilots were unfazed. Their return fire was accurate: one Ju 88 spiraled out of control.
That was the moment. Zosimov and Buktiev split up and attacked individually.
Zosimov dove on his target five times, raking the bomber from the rear and sides. Smoke poured from its left engine.
He went in for a sixth pass — but saw the Junkers lining up for a bombing run.
Zosimov looked below and saw Soviet columns on the road.
There was no time to lose.
He climbed above the enemy and aimed for a ramming intercept. He pulled the trigger —
No fire. Out of ammo.
Without veering off course, he rammed the bomber.
The massive Ju 88 broke apart mid-air.
“Take that, you bastard!” Zosimov snarled with a strange satisfaction, guiding his damaged plane home.
The enemy bomber exploded on impact — its own bombs igniting on the ground.
His comrade Buktiev also fought fiercely, performing bold attacks and bringing down another fascist bomber.
Two Soviet pilots — four fascist vultures destroyed.
— L. Ryakhovsky
IN OUR SKY AND SEA, THE ENEMY SHALL FIND ONLY DEATH AND SORROW
(Poem by Osip Kolchin, inspired by Baltic Fleet pilots)
You fly in through the blazing heat
To strike with fire and flight—
And from the shore and from the sea
We’ll send our volleys right.
We’ll smash him from the back and flanks,
The fleet will seal his doom.
He’ll crash and burn, that fascist beast—
His grave: the Baltic gloom.
Let his bombers dare to rise,
Let fighters prowl the sky—
We’ll sign their fate with roaring guns,
We’ll shoot them from on high.
They’ll find no flag, no flying space
Where Soviet wings don’t soar.
Our shells will seek them through the clouds
And end this bloody war.
We’ll hunt them down across the waves,
We’ll burn their steel and bone.
They’ll find no peace — not sea, nor air —
Our fire will bring them home.
STALIN’S FALCONS
Bolshevik pilots of our heroic army are the pride of the Soviet sky.
"Stalin’s Falcons" — as they’re called by workers and soldiers — soar into battle against fascist invaders.
Under their deadly fire, Nazi tanks, planes, and infantry perish.
Dozens of enemy planes and hundreds of tanks are credited to our airmen.
The fascists dreamed of air supremacy — but their dream will burn in smoke.
Courage, skill, bravery, discipline — these are the marks of a Soviet pilot.
The enemy who crossed our borders shall not return.
WE PLEDGE TO YOU, OUR LEADER
To Stalin, leader of the peoples of the USSR —
We, his falcons, pledge:
We will strike down the fascist scum,
To the last breath, to the last bullet!
Each of our missions is a hammerblow.
Each of our victories — a victory of the people.
EIGHT NAZI PLANES SHOT DOWN AS A GIFT FOR NAVY DAY
By P. Taitsyuk
The pilots of Squadron N of the Baltic Fleet celebrated Navy Day with thunder.
They took part in enemy reconnaissance and fought back several German air raids.
In recent days, Comrade Lonkere and others shot down three fascist planes. One Junker was hit over Udmeis.
Pilots Mikhalev and Zosimov, out of ammunition, didn’t retreat — they rammed the enemy.
Not a single enemy bomber escaped unscathed.
Such falcons are the pride of our sky.
SATIRE CORNER
Cartoon Caption:
A fascist plane zooms in full of fire,
But Soviet guns shoot ever higher.
His engine fails, he spirals fast—
This flight, it seems, will be his last!
KNOW THIS, SOLDIER:
Your political commissar is your father.
He leads from the Party — to victory.
He stands with you in battle.
The people always win with him.
FROM THE COMBAT DIARY OF PILOT KOZHIN
July 18. On the road near P..., spotted enemy tank concentrations. Opened fire from the flanks.
Significant enemy losses.
July 20. Reports came of enemy tanks 15 km out. Took off immediately. Result: six vehicles destroyed.
July 21. Full squadron scrambled at dawn. Targets: tanks, artillery.
Four vehicles destroyed, one fuel depot hit.
LETTER FROM HOME
“Leningrad was, is, and always will be ours”
A letter delivered to Comrade Political Officer T. Chekushkin from his father:
Greetings, my dearly respected son Vasya!
I send you my heartfelt greetings and wish you the very best success in the fight against my old enemy.
Zina and I are working for the defense effort. We are doing everything we can to help you — our three sons. Stay strong, strike the enemy hard.
I couldn’t sit still and volunteered to join a battalion defending the city of Lenin. We, the old workers, may die — but we will never surrender this city to Hitler.
In 1919, we had only bast shoes, hunger, and cold — but we drove out the White Guards. And now we’ll give this enemy a beating too.
Our beloved Leningrad was, is, and always will be ours.
Farewell.
Your father, A. Chekushkin
JUST IN:
This morning, Stalin’s pilots shot down eight enemy planes in fierce air battle.
Soviet falcons turned the sky into a graveyard for Nazi aviation.
Editorial Board: C-8029
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