"To Jack, however, it was glorious drama. He stood there, his Macmillan kilt bright against the grey smoke, chin up, fingers working, left elbow rhythmically squeezing the sack, right foot tapping the beat - playing a wild, heathen dance to Vulcan, the Roman fire god.”
In his life, John had tragically lost his wife and two of his sons. So by the time he’d come face to face with a couple of young revolutionaries who got their way by executing helpless victims – he kept his cool. In the end there was nothing they could really threaten him with – and that very fact is was kept him calm enough to navigate his way through an international hijacking and hostage situation. But he had also learned something of a part of the world that he had previous not encountered. He learned that his hijackers, too, were victims of pain and loss. And the destruction being wrought upon their lives seemed to have no clear end in sight.
Further Reading/Principle Sources:
King-Clark, R. 1997. Jack Churchill, unlimited boldness. Knutsford, Cheshire: Fleur-de-Lys.