Terminal Impact
A Marine Sniper Novel
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- $8.99
Publisher Description
From the author of Marine Sniper—the classic true account of Sergeant Carlos Hathcock—comes a gripping and gritty new novel about a sniper on the trail of al-Qaeda terrorist Abu Musab al-Zarqawi in post-9/11 Iraq...
At age twenty, Marine Scout-Sniper Jack Valentine had his first kill in Iraq at the start of the Persian Gulf War. Now, it’s 2006, and he’s back in Baghdad, obsessed with taking down al-Qaeda terrorist Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. Jack missed his first shot at Zarqawi, and it’s haunted him ever since—even though the attack struck fear into the black hearts of the jihadists and earned him the name the Ghost of Anbar.
Now leading his own special operations platoon, Jack is determined to hunt down and take out his target this time. But the jihadists are not his only enemies. The ruthless amoral leader of a band of mercenaries is feeding al-Qaeda secret information—and also pursuing the love of Jack’s life, FBI agent Liberty Cruz. Jack may soon find himself in the crosshairs if he doesn’t eliminate his rival first...
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Retired Marine Henderson makes his fiction debut with a swaggering, testosterone-fueled military action novel. U.S. Gunnery Sgt. Jack Valentine returns to Iraq to finish the mission he failed at years before: killing ISIS founder Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. Cesare Alosi, a greedy military contractor, and his motley collection of disgraced mercenaries play all sides and endanger Jack's mission and the lives of Jack's men, while FBI special agent Melita Alicia "Liberty" Cruz, Jack's supposed lifelong love, investigates Alosi. The dialogue salty, irreverent, demeaning, profane rings true of men at war. Even Henderson's omniscient narrator sounds like a jarhead. This isn't the tale of a stalwart hero saving the world for democracy; this is good guys turning bad guys into giblets. Full of anecdotes, asides, history, and proselytizing, the story meanders after the climactic battle scene, concluding with a biographical chapter that feels tacked on, as if Henderson were loath to leave anything out.
