{"id":2894,"date":"2026-01-03T22:54:35","date_gmt":"2026-01-03T22:54:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/harry-bosch-19-the-wrong-side-of-goodbye-connelly-michael\/"},"modified":"2026-01-03T22:54:35","modified_gmt":"2026-01-03T22:54:35","slug":"harry-bosch-19-the-wrong-side-of-goodbye-connelly-michael","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/harry-bosch-19-the-wrong-side-of-goodbye-connelly-michael\/","title":{"rendered":"Harry Bosch 19 – The Wrong Side of Goodbye – Connelly, Michael"},"content":{"rendered":"
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They charged from the cover of the elephant grass toward the LZ, five of them swarming the slick on both sides, one among them yelling, \u201cGo! Go! Go!\u201d\u2014as if each man needed to be prodded and reminded that these were the most dangerous seconds of their lives<\/i>.<\/p>\n

The rotor wash bent the grass back and blew the marker smoke in all directions. The noise was deafening as the turbine geared up for a heavy liftoff. The door gunners pulled everyone in by their pack straps and the chopper was quickly in the air again, having alighted no longer than a dragonfly on water<\/i>.<\/p>\n

The tree line could be seen through the portside door as the craft rose and started to bank. Then came the muzzle flashes from the banyan trees. Somebody yelled, \u201cSnipers!\u201d\u2014as if the door gunner had to be told what he had out there<\/i>.<\/p>\n

It was an ambush. Three distinct flash points, three snipers. They had waited until the helicopter was up and flying fat, an easy target from six hundred feet<\/i>.<\/p>\n

The gunner opened up his M60, sending a barrage of fire into the treetops, shredding them with lead. But the sniper rounds kept coming. The slick had no armor plating, a decision made nine thousand miles away to take speed and maneuverability over the burden of weight and protection<\/i>.<\/p>\n

One shot hit the turbine cowling, a thock sound reminding one of the helpless men on board of a fouled-off baseball hitting the hood of a car in the parking lot. Then came the snap of glass shattering as the next round tore through the cockpit. It was a million-to-one shot, hitting both the pilot and co-pilot at once. The pilot was killed instantly and the co-pilot clamped his hands to his neck in an instinctive but helpless move to keep blood inside his body. The helicopter yawed into a clockwise spin and was soon hurtling out of control. It spun away from the trees and across the rice paddies. The men in the back started to yell helplessly. The man who had just had a memory of baseball tried to orient himself. The world outside the slick was spinning. He kept his eyes on a single word imprinted on the metal wall separating the cockpit from the cargo hold. It said<\/i> Advance\u2014the letter<\/i> A with a crossbar that was an arrow pointed forward<\/i>.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t move his eyes from the word even as the screaming intensified and he could feel the craft losing altitude. Seven months backing recon and now on short time. He knew he wasn\u2019t going to make it back. This was the end<\/i>.<\/p>\n

The last thing he heard was someone yell, \u201cBrace! Brace! Brace!\u201d\u2014 as if there was a possibility that anybody on board had a shot at surviving the impact, never mind the fire that would come after. And never mind the Vietcong who would come through with machetes after that<\/i>.<\/p>\n

While the others screamed in panic he whispered a name to himself<\/i>.<\/p>\n

\u201cVibiana\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

He knew he would never see her again<\/i>.<\/p>\n

\u201cVibiana\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

The helicopter dove into one of the rice paddy dikes and exploded into a million metal parts. A moment later the spilled fuel caught fire and burned through the wreckage, spreading flames across the surface of the paddy water. Black smoke rose into the air, marking the wreckage like an LZ marker<\/i>.<\/p>\n

The snipers reloaded and waited for the rescue choppers to come next<\/i>.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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