Somewhere over German-occupied territory, in the winter of 1942, a plywood biplane takes a hit. The navigator is gone. The aircraft is going down. And Senior Lieutenant Nadezhda Kozlova—Night...

The first time I read a firsthand account from a Night Witch pilot, I had to put it down and walk away. Not because it was too much. Because...

It was 2 a.m. when I found her name. I’d been falling down a research rabbit hole for hours—cold coffee, candle burning low, browser tabs multiplying like they do...