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(Note: This is the first in a series
of excerpts reprinted by permis-
sion from Hostage In A Hostage
World (Concordia Publishing
House, 135 pages) by Christian
Zimmermann of Cascade. Zim-
mermann was flight engineer on
TWA Flight 847, which was hi
jacked by Arab terrorists this
summer.)
By Christian Zimmermann
Flight 847 began like any other
light. Our "weight slip" showed
that we were about three - quarters
full; but, because of a canceled
flight to New York, some people
had chosen to fly with us to
Rome and transfer there to a New
York -bound flight.
At the last minute we ended up
with every seat full: 145
passengers, five flight attendants
(four, plus Mrs. Uli Derickson as
purser), and three pilots -John
Testrake as the captain, Phil
Maresca as the co- pilot, and
myself as the flight engineer.
Uli Derickson and I greeted the
passengers as they came up the
stairs. One girl said that she hated
to leave Greece. I asked if she'd
been on vacation. "Oh, yes," she
said, "two glorious weeks on the
beach. I'd much rather be there
than going home." I didn't
notice anything unusual about
anybody; they were just a typical
group of tourists.
We finally got under way
shortly before 10 a.m. local time,
and everything was still normal.
Fifteen minutes later, after we
were airborne and well into the
climb, we in the cockpit heard a
commotion in the back - a lot of
jumping around, someone
shouting, "Oh, no!" and some
banging.
And there were a lot of other
noises - pounding on the door,
shouting, and the hostess call -
button ringing furiously in the
cockpit. Things no longer sound-
ed normal.
Since I was sitting closest to the
door, I looked through the
peephole. I saw a gun very clearly
and a man with a grenade in his
hand.
Hijack!
I considered the alternatives.
All sorts of people had given us
pilots all sorts of good advice,
procedures to follow, things to
do and not to do. But at this
point the hijackers were kicking
very hard on the door to get into
the cockpit.
Looking through the peephole,
I could see they were trying to
figure out the best angle from
which to shoot off the door latch.
"That's all we need," I thought,
"someone shooting through the
door into the cockpit!" So' I told
Testrake and Maresca that we
were being hijacked.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel any
unusual emotions at that point.
Perhaps I was too busy to feel
much of anything. I started
thinking about what I had to do
in this situation. It was a matter
of thinking on our feet and draw-
ing on a lot of previously
assimilated training. I know our
adrenaline started building.
I got back into my seat, strap-
ped myself in, and asked John
and Phil, "Okay, are you ready?
Well, here we go." And I opened
the door.
The hijackers burst in yelling,
"This is a hijack! This is a hi-
jack!" and immediately started
pistol- whipping us.
They could have just walked
in, pointed the pistol, and told us
where they wanted to go. Instead,
they were really savage. Perhaps
they felt that they had to
physically abuse the crew in order
to gain control of the plane.
They started banging around
on all three of us. The first couple
of times they tried pounding and
even kicking Phil - which proved
to be difficult in the close
quarters of the cockpit.
Ultimately they found it was
much easier to pound on me
because I was closest to the door.
Each time they went in and out
of the cockpit for perhaps the
first half -dozen times (for about
an hour), they would pound on
me. They usually pounded on my
shoulders with the butt of the
gun. Most of it I bore fairly well -
except when they cracked me on
the back of the skull a couple of
times. Then I saw stars. But I also
survived that.
We were, however, very
scared. We saw the grenade with
the pin pulled, and we knew we
were over the open waters of the
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"Looking through thepeephole, Icould
Bee they were trying toftgure out
the best angle from which
to shoot off the door
latch. "
Mediterranean. We had heard
about suicide missions.
direction, check wind direction
And as
soon as they started beating on us
and yelling,
and strength, check whether we
had enough fuel, and
we wondered, "How
crazy they? What are their in-
tentions
make other
flight changes. That's a
frustrating
?"
When we finally
- process
if you can't talk.
caught the
word "Algiers," they didn't
understand our response, "Okay,
Plus, while we had to comply
with their demands we also tried
we'll go to Algiers." We started
getting out maps
to figure out how we could gain
control of the situation. In the
and talking with
each other about how to comply,
but
meantime, we had to handle it
their way.
their immediate response
was, "Don't talk! We go to
Algiers!
We quickly realized -we
couldn't do it their
No talking!" But we
needed to talk in order to plot our
way. We
didn't have enough fuel to go to
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that's the crux of their
problems," he said. "I think
their God is a different God and
that's what's causing the
conflict."
The solution to conflicts bet-
ween the Islamic and Christian
worlds will require fundamental
changes in how people approach
their lives, he said.
"The solutions are not institu-
tional or governmental," Zim-
mermann said. "The solutions lie
in what individuals believe to be
true. We can help each other in-
dividually, not institutionally.
Only on that level will change
take place."
Zimmermann said he went
back to work with TWA on
domestic flights only about six
weeks after his the release. He
has not been scheduled for
overseas flights, but he said he
would have no fear returning to
Athens, Greece, where the Flight
847 hijackers boarded.
"The people in Athens were
victimized by the criminal aspect,
the demented criminal minds,"
he said. "Everybody was a victim
of that."
Zimmermann said the the
ordeal has made him more confi-
dent in himself. "I'm being led
by God and I feel good about it,"
he said. "I'm more bold in my
dedication to getting on to the
more important things in life."
To that end, he said he may
soon leave TWA to give more
time to the ministry.
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Alders. We had to fill up
samTewhere else first. This too
cagsd us a great deal of anxiety
b&eduse they didn't understand
wP;at ,';we were saying.
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clicked Fina11y oUli
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mltd � and that they referred to
fa"t�as benzin.
vC,assured the hijackers that if
w '.'.led up with "benzin"
wherever they wanted, then we
cOOk fly them to Algiers. With
odr :169gestion, they decided on
Bert; We then settled into a
ra ti he that seemed acceptable to
them; with the exception that we
couldn't talk, either with each
other or on the radio.
;It - wasn't trouble -free,
however. The pain from the
beatings, the possibility of more
beatings, and our concern for the
passengers forced us to remind
tc Ives continually that we had
keep up with the airplane. The
727 is not fully computerized, so
pilots ,have a lot of things to do.
It, was. easy to become distracted
by, the presence of the hijackers.
On the other hand, working with
the 04rplane kept our minds busy
with the job at hand rather than
fretting about the situation.
'As I think back, I am thankful
to the Lord that the cockpit door
had. a tendency to swing shut. I
tried to keep it open so that the
hijackers wouldn't get suspicious
and start jumping around again,
but nothing worked. So, first
they kicked out a vent on the bot-
tcfm of the door, evidently to use
the opening as a space through
which they could threaten us or
throw a grenade.
Then one of the hijackers used
the vent to beat on the door knob
until he broke off the entire
assembly, leaving just a hole. I
think he spent 10 minutes whack-
ing away at that thing. It was a
good outlet for his frustrations.
At least it was better than beating
away on one of us or on one of
the passengers or flight atten-
dants. It was just one more little
thing that the Lord took care of.
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ELM d1eir intentiorm,�
We didn't calm down much on
the way to Beirut, but we did
have time to pray. It was a matter
saying, "Okay, Lord, I've
depended upon You for lots of
little things. Now I've got to de-
pend on You to work things out.
as we go on from here."
I knew the plane well and
almost subconsciously did my job
while I consciously tried to think
of ways out of the problem.
"Lord Jesus, give me some ideas;
or at least lead me in the right
direction." The prayer isn't
much different from what all
Christians pray as they conduct
their normal business affairs - ex-
cept that more was at stake.
By praying constantly and put-
ting everything in the hands of
God, my anxiety didn't show
much. I was shaking inside, but I
could look at myself and not see
any shaking on the outside. It
was a curious sensation to say,
"Scared - I feel scared; but we
just keep moving along. Yet I
wish I didn't feel quite so shaky
on the inside." Somehow, the
more I had to operate the equip-
ment, the more my mind was off
the possibility of it all blowing up
in my face.
About the time we flew past
Cyprus, we came into radio con-
tact with Beirut, which did not
want us to land. We told Beirut
that we didn't want to land there
either, but we were being forced
to land, and we would land - and,
in fact, all we needed was fuel
because the hijackers' intentions
were not to come to Lebanon but
to go to Algeria.
Finally, Beirut was convinced
and cleared us. The landing was
normal. We taxied around onto a
parallel taxiway. There the hi-
jackers became extremely ner-
vous. They did not want us to
taxi any further, although a
"Follow -Me" truck came toward
us to lead us to the fuel area. But
the truck stayed away because the
hijackers were hanging out the
window and waving their pistols
around.
Following a great deal of radio
talk with the tower, they worked
out some kind of agreement, and
we followed the vehicle into the
fuel pits and filled up.
As we taxied out after our
hour - and -a -half stop in Beirut,
we got a little bit of information
about the passengers. They were
doing okay, all things considered.
We learned later that 19 women
and children had been released,
sliding out of the forward door.
The flight from Beirut to
Algeria was somewhat unevent-
ful, except the hijackers con-
tinually looked for us to trick
them. They feared that everytime
we talked with each other we
were conspiring against them.
That was, of course, on our
minds; but in reality we were too
busy for any elaborate plans.
Our first concern was to get the
airplane back on the ground; we
didn't want anything to go
wrong. We hoped that if we
could just get the hijackers to
Algeria, they would make their
speeches and demands, seek
asylum, leave the airplane, and
denounce the world or whatever
country they wanted.
(At this point, we weren't real-
ly sure of what they were
demanding; everything had been
shouted in Arabic.) We just
prayed that they would be con-
tent to leave the airplane and that
the passengers would be safe.
During this first trip to
Algeria, however, the passengers
were not safe. It was on, this leg
of our journey that the beatings`
began. Having identified the
military people on board, the hi-
jackers brought forward Kurt
Carlson, a major in the Army
Reserve, as the first one to beat
severely.
They tore the armrest off my
seat and used it to club him heavi-
ly, leaving him slumped on the
floor in the cockpit door. Then,
on the ground in Algiers, they
dragged him back into a seat,
probably trying to set an example
for the other passengers that they
were serious about their "mis-
sion." It had its effect.
This four -hour flight from
Beirut tous, then Cyprus, en C e h
Crete. We en
had a long stretch of open sea un-
til Malta. Soon thereafter,
Tunisia radioed that we did not
have permission to fly in their air
space. We demonstrated on the
map to the hijackers that we
would center our route northwest
between Sicily and Tunisia and
then turn back a little more
straight west for Algiers.
About 100 miles out of Algiers,
the hijackers started making their
speeches. Apparently, their
demands were voiced at this time.
Algiers naturally told us that they
were closed and that we could not
land. We told them that we were
going to land because if we did
not, the hijackers would blow up
the airplane. (We weren't sure
what Algiers would do, but we
figured that it couldn't be any
worse that being blown up in the
air.)
We proceeded and Algiers
opened the airport. We taxied
down to the end of the runway
and stopped, surrounded by the
Algerian military. We shut down
the engines and awaited further
instructions. There was a lot of
talk back and forth between the
hijackers and the tower - a lot of
demands - but we just sat there
waiting for the hijackers to tell us
what to do.
Apparently, the demands were
not being met - so we sat and sat.
We had the auxiliary power unit
running, with the air conditioners
going full force, but with a plane
full of people at midday, it got
hotter and hotter. Some of the
passengers were beginning to suf-
fer from the heat, but there was
nothing we could do.
We received sporadic reports
from the flight attendants,
primarily Uli, about what was go-
ing on in the passenger section.
And, at about this time, we learn-
ed of the hijackers' demands -
that the Lebanese hostages in
'Israel be released.
This is when we all - crew and
passengers - first realized that we
were hostages and not just hi-
jacked. Now we began to under-
stand that we were pawns -
bargaining chips - in some Middle
East political situation.
" " "
W h e n w e r e a l i z e d w e w e r e
h o s t a g e s , w e f e l t s o m e w h a t s a f e r
b e c a u s e t h e h i j a c k e r s n e e d e d u s
t o m a k e a t r a d e . H o w e v e r , t h a t
f e e l i n g d i d n '