Book Description
Apsara Jet - is a powerful, erotic, politically incorrect story of love, lust, betrayal, death and revenge, in the high stakes world of narco trafficking, in the skies of South East Asia.
John Jackson Jr, an unemployed Vietnam veteran and former Eastern Airlines Captain, had fallen to the depths of his alcoholic depression. Convicted of felony drunk driving in Miami...Divorced, homeless, and living in his car...he is given one last chance for redemption... To return to Indochina for the mysterious Alexander Chen, and into the cockpit of a McDonnell Douglas DC-8 cargo jet... Jackson, unaware at first, recruits two of his old friends, who rush to join up with him in Thailand. Later suspecting their mission cloaked in secrecy was far from legit, yet feeling that there was really no way out, they sink deeper into the dark world of Burmese Drug Lords, Ecstasy (MDMA) and The Russian Mafia.
Betrayed, they survive a fiery mid-air collision, nursing their crippled jet at night across Burma & Laos and finally home to Cambodian airspace, where they deliberately crash land in the San River, near the remote village of Phum Krom, in Northeastern Cambodia. There, Jackson and his only surviving partner, ex-CIA pilot and mercenary, A. P. Scott, recuperate, to later train and equip a small guerilla force, of mostly sex-crazed young Kreung native girls. Later, they lead their motley commando unit back to Phnom Penh to seek an apocalyptic revenge on Chen, their treacherous former employer, for millions of dollars in cash.
Those savvy readers, familiar with the Bangkok and Phnom Penh nightlife scene, will invariably recognize similarities between some of the locations described in the book and some of the most notable true-to-life institutions such as; Thermae, Patpong, Nana Plaza, Soi Cowboy, Clinton Plaza, Soi Zero and Martinis Disco.
From the Author
Although this story, set in present-day Cambodia, is purely fictional, my personal involvement with Cambodia and her people began back in March of 1975. I was then a thirty-one-year-old pilot/flight engineer, employed by Flying Tigers, the Los Angeles-based cargo airline. A call went out for volunteers. Those pilots, flight engineers, and mechanics who would be willing to operate an emergency airlift into Phnom Penh, Cambodia, known at that time as the Khmer Republic. The airlift was one of the first mobilizations of the relatively new Civil Reserve Air Fleet(CRAF)program for the United States Air Force. Within hours of volunteering, I found myself aboard a Pam Am jet on my way to Saigon. There, I joined up with several other Flying tigers who were soon to fly the renowned "Cambodian Ricelift." We quickly discovered that this would become one of the most terrifying and intensely gut-wrenching emotional experiences of our entire lives, as we daily, were targets for NVA, and Khmer Rouge gunners, rockets and artillery.
Cambodia's suffering was playing out as a tragic subplot, masked by the main story of America's chaotic exodus from Vietnam. Nevertheless, all volunteers put forth a maximum effort, as Flying Tigers lived up to its "can-do" reputation. It quickly was realized that this was going to be one of the most hazardous missions civilian aircrews had been called upon to perform, perhaps since the airdrops to the French, at Dien Bien Phu in 1954. The ill-fated "Cambodian Ricelift" was terminated, when it was reported that KR forces, had overun Phnom Penh's Pochentong airport.