Authors: Larry Bond
Shadows of War (47 page)
Where were the soldiers?
Outside, waiting?
It was a trick to make them think they'd gone.
M
ran up the steps past him, into the barn.
ran up the steps past him, into the barn.“M
.
Wait,” he said. He pushed the door all the way open and followed her. But by the time he got to the floor, she had slipped through the plows and fallen debris and disappeared.
.Wait,” he said. He pushed the door all the way open and followed her. But by the time he got to the floor, she had slipped through the plows and fallen debris and disappeared.
“Damn it.”
“Are they gone?” asked Mara.
“I don't know,” he yelled, rushing toward the door where he figured the girl had gone. It was wide open, scorched but intact.
This is where I'll die
, he thought, springing into the open air.
, he thought, springing into the open air.
M
was standing nearby, gulping the fresh air. The Chinese soldiers were gone.
was standing nearby, gulping the fresh air. The Chinese soldiers were gone.Northwestern Vietnam
Contacting General Perry to give the launch
go-ahead proved to be much easier than getting the troops off the bridge. Perry was waiting at a command bunker at the Hanoi airport; as soon as Zeus called in, he passed the order along to launch the Tomahawks.
go-ahead proved to be much easier than getting the troops off the bridge. Perry was waiting at a command bunker at the Hanoi airport; as soon as Zeus called in, he passed the order along to launch the Tomahawks.
Thieu's controller, meanwhile, claimed he was in touch with the troops' commanding general, and that the order had been given for them to withdraw. But if so, it had no effect, and after ten minutes, they remained on the bridge, roughly thirty feet from one of the Tomahawk's detonation points. The missiles were just under twenty minutes away.
They spent five more minutes on the radio, trying to contact the unit and its parent themselves. As they banked around the southern end of the reservoir, Zeus saw the soldiers still on the bridge.
“You sure they're not Chinese?” he asked the pilot over the interphone.
“Negative. They are our guys.”
“We have to get them out of there.”
“Yes. Hold on.”
Thieu pitched the plane forward. Zeus's stomach immediately began doing flip-flops.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Sending them a telegram,” said Thieu.
A second later, the aircraft began reverberating as the pilot sent a few dozen cannon rounds into the bridge.
“That'll get them moving,” said the pilot.
Thieu was right: the troops began running toward the other end of the bridgeâfortunately toward the southwestern side.
They also started firing at the plane. Zeus saw their muzzle flashes as the plane banked away. “They're trying to shoot us down,” he said.
“With those peashooters? Not a worry.”
Zeus tightened his restraints.
They climbed back up through fifteen thousand feet, sailing high over the water and nearby ground. The highways faded from thick ribbons to infinitesimal threads, dissolving into the fur of the ground.
The missiles would be coming from the east. Zeus lifted his binoculars, curious about whether he would see them coming. He scanned out of the left side of the cockpit first, then realized the plane was going east and he was looking north; the missiles would be coming from the other direction. As he turned, something caught his attention, a fleeting blur in the corner of his eye. He looked back and saw a silver finger in the air, tiny and small, not quite parallel to them. He thumbed the focus on the binoculars, trying to bring the blur into focus. It separated into two small sticks.
“We have company!” shouted Thieu, his voice reverberating in the helmet. “Chinese MiGs.”
Northwestern Vietnam
Mara surveyed the damage
as she caught her breath. All but one of the houses had been burned to the ground. The exception was a charred ruin with its roof caved and two sides down. Two of the barns were fairly well desiccated, more piles of charred black wood than buildings.
as she caught her breath. All but one of the houses had been burned to the ground. The exception was a charred ruin with its roof caved and two sides down. Two of the barns were fairly well desiccated, more piles of charred black wood than buildings.
At the other extreme was the chicken coop. It seemed undamaged by the flames. The shed and the last barn were in the middle, badly battered, though largely intact.
“They're definitely gone,” said Josh, returning from a quick check of the groves and nearby fields. M
had gone with him, refusing to let go of his leg until he picked her up. “Think they'll be back?”
had gone with him, refusing to let go of his leg until he picked her up. “Think they'll be back?”“I don't know. Not soon.”
Mara reached into her pocket for her satellite phone. She hit the Power button, then realized the phone was already on. Either she'd forgotten to turn it off, or somewhere in the scramble the phone had accidentally been switched back on.
The battery was at 20 percent.
“Problem?” asked Josh.
“It's nothing.”
She dialed into Bangkok. The Million Dollar Man answered.
“Where are you, darlin'?” he asked.
“You're supposed to tell me.”
“Figure of speech. I have the GPS reading right ⦠now.”
“Good. And where are we?”
“About two miles southwest of the spot where you grabbed MacArthur. What's going on? You missed your check-in.”
Mara explained what had happened. “When are we getting out?” she asked.
“We're working on that right now. We should have a plan firmed up in a few hours. It'll be tonight,” he added. “I'm just not sure exactly when.”
“Or how?”
“How is a good question, too. Do you think you could stay where you are?” he asked. “Is it safe?”
“That's a relative word.”
Peter Lucas broke into the line. “Mara?”
“Yes, Peter?”
“We have a plan. It will be in place soon. Right now, we need you to just hang tight. Okay? No more stealing bicycles and riding to Hanoi.”
“It wasn't a bicycle.”
“Listen, I'm being serious. We may have someone land at that farm.”
“A helicopter?”
“No. It's too close to their forward air base. But I may be able to parachute some SEALs in. They can escort you out.”
“I don't need escorts, Peter. I need transportation.”
“I'll call you back in an hour.”
“Wait!”
But the line had gone dead. Mara angrily pushed the phone into her pocketâthen retrieved it to turn it off. The battery was now below 7 percent.
“What's up?” asked Josh.
“Nothing.”
He glared at her. “You want me to trust you, but you don't trust me.”
“They want us to wait here.” Mara struggled to get her anger under control.
“Staying here until dark isn't that bad an idea,” said Josh. “We can eat the rice.”
The riceâshe'd left it in the cellar. Her stomach growled in anticipation.
“We can build a fire to cook food,” added Josh. “It won't look suspicious.”
“I'd rather be moving south.”
“Once it's dark, right?”
“Yeah.”
He pointed to the rifle. “Maybe we can kill something substantial for dinner.”
“I'm not a hunter.”
“I hunt a lot,” he said, holding his hand out for the gun.
Northwestern Vietnam
Thieu turned the Albatros
back northâdirectly in the path of the Chinese planes.
back northâdirectly in the path of the Chinese planes.
“What are we doing?” asked Zeus.
“We can't outrun them,” said the pilot, as if that answered everything.
By heading straight toward the enemy planes, Thieu was making it harder for the MiGs to fire their heat-seeking missiles. All but the newest of the missiles had to home in on a tailpipe to be effective. Thieu's maneuver also surprised the Chinese, who didn't expect a Vietnamese aircraft to take them on.
The enemy aircraft began to separate, preparing to turn as the Albatros approached. They hoped to swing behind Thieu, jerk their throttles to max, then goose off the heat-seekers before he could get away. It was a tactic they had employed countless times in similar situations during training.
But they hadn't encountered Thieu. As the two planes began to separate, he pushed his nose in the direction of the plane on his right and started to climb.
Had either of the MiGs been carrying medium-range homing missiles rather than laser-guided bombs under its wings, he would have been dead meat; the MiG could have lain back and fired, confident that
the missiles would be close enough to stay with Thieu as he broke from his maneuver. But then the same could have been said for the Chinese planes had Thieu been equipped with American AMRAAMs or even Sparrowsâsomething the Chinese pilot Thieu targeted clearly knew, since he immediately dropped his bombs so he could climb faster.
the missiles would be close enough to stay with Thieu as he broke from his maneuver. But then the same could have been said for the Chinese planes had Thieu been equipped with American AMRAAMs or even Sparrowsâsomething the Chinese pilot Thieu targeted clearly knew, since he immediately dropped his bombs so he could climb faster.
As soon as Thieu saw that, he jerked the plane to the left, hoping to get the other MiG to do the same. But this pilot wasn't so easily spooked. He turned his nose in toward Thieu's and accelerated.
The two aircraft closed so quickly that Thieu barely got off a few cannon rounds before he was by him. The MiG pilot immediately turned, hoping to get on his back. But Thieu turned as well, dipping his right wing down and then tipping it over so that he could twist back. The acrobatic moves took him so close to the MiG that if the canopy hadn't been in the way, Zeus could have reached out and grabbed the other plane.
Thieu fired a few cannon rounds, but he was out of position to get a hit and began falling steadily behind as the MiG dumped fuel into his engine in an effort to pick up speed. The MiG headed north; Thieu broke off, turning to the south, running back toward the reservoir.
The MiG that had dumped its bombs earlier had not given up the fightâa fact Zeus didn't realize until tracers shot past the canopy.
“Shit!” said Zeus.
“No worry, Lieutenant. You see.”
Thieu pushed the plane into a dive. The MiG, temporarily out of maneuvering energy, headed off farther south.
“The Tomahawks are going to hit any second,” said Zeus.
“Good idea!”
Thieu pushed the plane down toward the bridge. Zeus spotted the MiG banking about five thousand feet above them. The Chinese pilot was starting to understand how he had to fight the other plane; he swung out to the east and began a turn, undoubtedly plotting an intercept where he could open up with his cannon as he closed on the Albatros.
Behind him and much farther below, Zeus spotted a black pencil hurtling through the air, barely above the ground. As the MiG closed, the pencil leapt upward. It turned white and grew tenfoldâa trick of the sun shining on the Tomahawk's surface.
The MiG pilot didn't know that the bridge was about to be blown up. He had no idea that the Tomahawk was fixing itself on its final target, rising so it could dive down in X-marks-the-spot fashion. All he knew was that a missile had suddenly appeared very close to the rear quarter
of his aircraft. He did what any self-respecting pilot would do when taken completely by surpriseâhe hit his flares and his chaff, turned the plane hard into an evasive maneuver, and prayed to his ancient family gods.
of his aircraft. He did what any self-respecting pilot would do when taken completely by surpriseâhe hit his flares and his chaff, turned the plane hard into an evasive maneuver, and prayed to his ancient family gods.
And his dry cleaner.
The Tomahawk hit dead center on the bridge, exploding it. Four seconds later, a second missile arrived, smashing what was left of the northern terminus to smithereens.
In the meantime, the MiG had fled.
“Bridge is down,” said Zeus. “Get eastâcheck the dam.”
“The dam is goneâlook,” said Thieu, pointing at the side.
The destruction of the two dams created a wall of water nearly fifty feet high, which rolled down the vast expanse of the lake, gathering strength as it went. From three thousand feet, the man-made tsunami looked like a small, frothing ripple in a puddle, but Zeus had only to look at the sides of the reservoir to judge its real impact. Buildings and trees that had been along the shore disappeared in a gulp as it moved. Both sides of the road where the bridge had been were swamped by the wave. The water continued, flooding the valley.
“Holy shit,” said Zeus. “Wow.”
“Job done?” asked Thieu.
Zeus pulled up his glasses and looked at Highway 6 north of the bridge. There were trucks on it, driving south.
Not trucks, but tanks. Six of them, with a command vehicle. The vanguard of the Chinese force.
Thieu circled, and they watched as the tanks stopped. Then the lead vehicle lurched forward into the stream, followed by a second and a third.
Five yards from the road, the rear end of the first tank swung east. Within seconds it was drifting in the water. The second tank simply sank. The third stopped on the bank.
Thieu couldn't resist peppering them all with his cannon before heading back to the base.
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