Engagingly written, the author recounts the background as well as his own experience of flying with modern day smugglers, mostly former Soviet, who operate on the edge of what's legal.
Transporting anything anyone is willing to pay for between any two locations, cargo can be humanitarian aid, paid for by the UN, flown into, say, Somalia, or shipments of weapons for rebels in the exact same country. Though overstating the perceived glamour somewhat and dramatizing his stories, the tale rings true and feels credible enough. However, the author himself states in the prologue, that the names, history, shipments and, basically, everything described in the book, has been adjusted to protect those described, effectively meaning that any detail the author relates could be complete fiction.
Indeed. It feels that the central characters around which the history of illicit transports since the collapse of the Soviet Union unfolds are completely fabricated, or at best an amalgamation of a host of characters, providing a personal touch to the story and allowing Potter to be more sensationalist and less academic.
Additionally, the author rehashes his stories, particularly his reasoning, a tad too often. Also, many of the locations that feature in the book I'm myself reasonably familiar with; Bangkok, Kabul, Kampala, Freetown, as well as a few others. And Potter's descriptions of them sound somewhat familiar and are recognizable, to me, to some extent, but also appear much more esoteric than I know them.
In the end, Potter paints a very interesting picture of, what is effectively, a dying breed, post-Soviet air force pilots having themselves rebranded as anything-goes taxi drivers for hire. The book is a captivating enough and an interesting read, if repetitive, even though it's hard to judge to what extent Potter made up the stories he committed to paper.