Changing her designer shoes into combat boots only heightens her good looks. Angela proves she's as hard-boiled as the men attending the five o'clock follies, briefings that separate the guys from the gal. Testosterone reels while the gorgeous redhead churns scoops like rotors on flawed helicopters.
She goes the distance nosing out the truth behind the war and rumors of war while dropping into battle sites, sleeping in tunnels running with stench and rodents and being captured by the enemy. Accused of consorting with the Viet Cong, she proves her mettle, drinks and swears like a proverbial sailor and pays the price for living her truth.
This is a riveting tale of a female correspondent who dives into danger and love with equal abandon.
— Mary McReynolds