Why don't I write a sample briefing for you guys, so you can see how close I am to the mentality of a female Russian soldier in the Great Patriotic War.

Briefing: May the 24th, 1942- Small farm, 27 kilometers north of Novorossijsk..

I opened the flap to the briefing tent. Many of the girls are already there, sitting on the ground for lack of food crates to use as chairs. Major Bershanskaya was there at the head of the tent, as usual. She had always been kind to all us. And now especially. It was dusty, but clean. Much cleaner than my dugout. It did not smell in here, though none of us had bathed in many days and nights. Major Bershanskaya spoke up. Several of the girls were hugging and crying. We had suffered a trying loss the night before...
"Good, good my darlings, you are all here. I feared you would be too upset," the Major said. My stomach growled, not because I was hungry, but with the sadness that I remembered from the night before. It always did that, I have never known why. Several of the girls near me, including my friend Nadia looked at me. Her cheeks shined in the dim light of the briefing tent. She had been crying. I looked over at Irina, she was the most shaken of us all...
"Irina," Major Bershanskaya walked over to her and knelt down next to her. "You were very brave last night."
Images flashed through my mind. A Po-2 fluttered in the distance, slowly drawing in. I had already completed my flight, and my navigator that night, Alexandra Akimova, who I do not normally fly with, was reporting the mission status. As the slow biplane floated into the light, I heard the engine sputtering, coughing. With a last, trying attempt, the engine brought the propeller around one last time, before it died and the plane fell three meters onto the soft ground. I saw Irina white with shock, and the body she held back to keep it from falling on the flight stick. It was Dusya Nosal, with a bullet straight through her temple. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open in shock...
I was brought back to the present, and doubled over crying. I had not known Dusya well, but how could it be that someone should die that way? I looked again over at Irina, who too was crying. Major Bershanskaya was talking to the regiment. Now my face glistened with tears in the pale light of the tent, but I had to listen to tonight's briefing.
"Nyet, my children, do not cry." she said calmly to us. "We have a chance to avenge our Dusya tonight. There is a small army encampment near Novorossijsk which will be filled with German soldiers. There will be many officers there with their underlings. They will not expect an attack after the show they put up last night, da? Most of their troops will have already gone to sleep. Remember to keep your altitude at six-hundred meters. We don't want any mistakes like last night, do we Sasha?"
The major looked at one of our newer pilots, and my head turned too. Sasha looked down at the ground. She had flown in at three hundred meters and dropped her bombs. Her plane was almost completely engulfed in the flames, but miraculously, she and her navigator Tanya made it through alright. They were caught by groundfire afterward, however, and managed to put the plane down just after passing our front lines.
"Now, girls, the weather is not as clear as it was last night. It will be a bit hazy down by the port tonight, so don't go below our bombing altitude. Also, the clouds are low tonight, so be careful. I recieved word from fighter command today that the skies should be clear of enemy activity tonight. Our Yak fighters have done their job today. Never the less, be careful, ladies. On your maps, the army camp will be in sector H13, alright? During the last recon flight over the area, it seems that the Germans have lit large fires. We think they are burning files that they have captured. But let them burn, da? For then we shall have light to see them by... Oh! And before I forget to tell you, stay out of map sectors K13, K12, H12, and I14 tonight. Our AAA units are on full alert and will fire at anything they see."
Everyone in the room weakly smiled. We had a chance for our revenge. We would take it to heart. The briefing was dismissed, and I went up to the table at the front of the tent to see who my navigator was for the night. I ran my finger down the list to find my name, and looked to the right. It was there in Major Bershanskaya's handwriting. I was flying with Irina tonight. I walked over to her. She was still crying. The girls left the tent one by one, and went to get their planes ready for tonight's flight. I had no way to express my sorrow for Irina. So, as best I could with my bulky mens' flight suit on, I hugged her. We cried on each other's shoulders', and waited for our opportunity to take our revenge that night...
(written by PBNA-Boosher)
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Objectives:
-Harass the german encampment in map sector H13. With luck you may hit the officers barracks.

-Our AAA units are on full alert tonight, and any plane that flies through their sectors (K13, K12, H12, I14) will be fired upon.

-Watch our lines well. If your plane is damaged, try to land either behind our front lines, or in Partisan territory. The Partisans will see you back safely, as they always do.