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A novel of soldiers and spies in the Highlands of Vietnam
Army cop Erik Rider is enjoying his war until he’s sent to disrupt Vietcong opium fields in a remote Highland province.
Rider lands in Cheo Reo, home to hard-pressed soldiers, intelligence operatives, and profiteers of all stripes. The tiny U.S. contingent and their unenthusiastic Vietnamese allies are hopelessly outnumbered by infiltrating enemy infantry. And they’re all surrounded by sixty thousand Montagnard tribespeople who want their mountain homeland back.
The Vietcong are on to Rider’s game and have placed a bounty on his head. As he hunts the opium fields, skirmishes with enemy patrols, and defends the undermanned U.S. base, Rider makes a disturbing discovery: someone close to home has a stake in the opium smuggling ring—and will kill to protect it.
Written by a master, and as authentic as Matterhorn or Dog Soldiers, Red Flags is a riveting new addition to espionage fiction.
325 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2011
“They’re embarrassed to have us land on them with all our strategizing and machines as if they couldn’t do it themselves. And they’re embarrassed and resentful that they can’t. They don’t trust their lousy excuse for a government, and their government doesn’t trust us. They see us pouring in men and equipment, erecting huge aerodromes and monster camps, and it makes them suspicious that we have permanent designs on the place, like the French.”
“Not a word until we figure out what we’re dealing with. A priest, a missionary, a USAID rep, and an unarmed ARVN meet with a VC commander in the jungle. It’s like the setup for a joke. But what’s the punch line?”
“You know the score. He writes my report card. As senior adviser, I’m judged by how happy I keep my counterpart.”
“And is he happy?”
“So long as I get him what he wants by way of material and air assets and don’t demand too much from him or his troops.”
“So we give him what he wants.”
“Don’t always want to, but yes. I manage to get him the supplies, the copters, the toys. Hard to deny him since Chinh holds all the cards. He’s the Man. My job is to bolster, persuade, cajole, get him to act. And I won’t be able to do it if Big John starts seriously rattling Chinh’s cage and challenging his perks.”
“Look,” Gidding said. We’re in Vietnam by invitation. On their sufferance – Chinh’s sufferance. We’re here as advisers, not Chinh’s superiors. As far as we’re concerned, Chinh operates with impunity. I can’t reign him in or order his men into the field. Neither can the colonel. We’re not Saigon, we’re not General Loc up in Two Corps. Their private undertakings are their business. They’re none of yours.”
Chinh grunted. He appeared affronted. “You want fight Communist. Okay,okay. American soldier stay year, sometime two. Me? Fifteen. Fight war fifteen year. Last five year, before I come to Cheo Reo, I have eight adviser. Soon you go. I wait. Get different adviser, different advice.