Chapter Fifteen
The Cam Ranh Naval Base in Nha Trang was a quiet regional strip which had only a single terminal building with two Jetways. There were four passenger jets on a parking apron that could accommodate twenty. But the people who rushed out to greet them, though it was barely dawn, were so excited that Gordon could hardly credit it.
“I am Minh. You come to fight the fire?” One of the men asked in quite passable English.
“I’m Gordon. Uh, yes.” Gordon glanced around. Perhaps it was because he climbed out of the plane first that they decided he was in charge. The fire? Singular? Must be one hell of a fire.
Others were rushing to fuel the helicopters. It looked as if every truck on the base had come over…there was one for every helicopter.
“Have you had breakfast, Gordon?”
“No,
