Last June 14, two terrorists commandeered TWA Flight 847 as it took off from the Athens airport and shuttled the plane between Algeria and Lebanon over the course of three days. During that crazy three day ride, an American passenger was executed before the hijackers finally ended the nightmare flight in Beirut. In Beirut the hijackers were joined by other Lebanese Shiites who removed the remaining 36 American passengers from the plane and hid them in scattered locations around the city, holding them hostage for 14 days.

One of those seized was Peter Hill, a 58-year-old sales executive, tour guide with Good News Travel In Schaumburg Ill., and extensive traveler in the Middle East. Hill was in charge of a group of 30 people from three Fox Valley churches who were returning home from a pilgrimage to the Holy Land when their plane was hijacked.

In the "press conferences" televised during their captivity, Hill spoke little, sitting with his face averted, somehow communicating a surly detachment. But as soon as the Americans were freed, Hill lashed out for all to hear. He demanded retribution against the "animals" who had held them, and he attacked some of the other hostages as sympathizers. His venom was surprising—and so was the revelation that, like a daring sleuth, he had taken covert photographs during his confinement. Obviously this man was unusual, maybe unique, in his reaction to the experience.

Months later Hill agreed to tell the full story, "to get it off my chest." In lengthy interviews with LIFE assistant editor David Friend, he described the hijackers' methods, his own clandestine activities and the battles he fought with his fellow hostages to keep them from "selling out." Here is his story as recorded in Life magazine, with excerpts from several newspapers:

"A hundred years from now, I'll never forget those two hijackers. The shorter of the two, for instance. He had a mustache. Kinky dark-brown hair. Well-shaven. Medium complexion. Thin, fit, slight of build but solid. Heavy eyebrows, brown eyes, with a fanaticism and zeal coming through—not maniacal but fervent. I just wanted to remember that son-of-a-gun so that I could identify him if I ever got out of there. I did it out of anger. I wanted to nail those guys.

"I know how they got their weapons on board. I know because it was my misfortune, or good fortune as it turned out, to be sitting next to the bastards when they got on the plane. I was in the very last row of the aircraft, flush up against the back wall by the rear lavatory. One of the hijackers was already seated in the window seat, the taller of the two, the one who later murdered the young man [Navy diver Robert Stethem]. Then the second one got on board and sat down next to me. They started talking. Obviously they knew each other, but that didn't faze me. They were nicely dressed, Western-style.

"Then, all of a sudden, the one sitting next to me stands up with his blue bag. It was a canvas traveling bag, like an athletic bag. He starts to step over me, I push my legs aside, and the stewardess says, 'Sir, please sit down. We're still boarding.' He says, 'Toilet, toilet!' And he just went ahead into the toilet. It was the first time I thought, 'That was strange, taking a big carry-on bag into the toilet with him.' About 15 to 30 seconds later there was a tremendous crash, a smashing of glass. I first thought it was the mirror in the bathroom, except that would have been a heavy, clunking, clanging sound. This was like a hundred crystal goblets breaking on the floor—a high, ringing, tinkling smash. Then he comes out with his bag, steps over me, sits down, and the two of them begin whispering. He keeps his bag between his feet. And I just felt uneasy. It still never entered my mind: Arab, satchel, bathroom, plane about to take off—this could be a hijacking.

Peter Hill Interview
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Pictures: To help illustrate events that occurred on board Flight 847, some of the images used in the "Peter Hill Story" come from the movie,
The Taking of Flight 847: The Uli Derickson Story
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Sources: Life, "The Angriest Hostage," by Peter Hill & David Friend, April 1986, and other newspapers and magazines as noted on Page 4.

Militiamen storm the plane
Flight Attendant Elizabeth Howes
First-class passengers moved to the back of the plane
Mohammad Ali Hammadei
"Just minutes later, as the plane was in a steep climb, they both stood up and jumped—literally jumped—over me and started running up the aisle. One of them slipped on the way up to the forward cabin because of the angle of ascent. They each had a grenade, and one had a 9mm automatic pistol. I immediately turned to the stewardess in her jump seat behind me and said, 'There's a hijacking in progress,' and she reached for the phone, trying to contact the captain.

"At this point I wasn't considering what might happen to us or where we were going. I was preoccupied with details. My first thought was, 'How did they get their weapons on board?' It's related to what happened in that bathroom. I've got to get in there and see what the hell he smashed in there. I knew that sound had something to do with it. But it was 18 hours before I could get into the bathroom. We sat there with our heads between our knees all the way to Beirut, for the two hours we were on the ground there and for two more hours while on our way to Algeria.

"Once I got tapped on the head with a gun butt because I was always trying to see what was going on. The hijackers were slapping people on the head if they didn't have their heads down. They were yelling and screaming. First-class passengers had been sent back to sit in the aisle on the floor next to me. And when I finally did get into that bathroom my bladder was killing me. I was in such pain.

"So I started looking around for evidence. Where was all this glass I heard? I expected to see thousands of glass shards, ankle deep. The mirror was intact. I looked through all the drawers, behind the Kleenex. I got down on the floor, and in the corner—there! I found two pieces of evidence: two bits of glass of different thickness. And then I knew. The weapons had to have been encased in a special sort of glass. I'm convinced it was crystal, with a high lead content, that made it possible for them to get the bag through two X-ray checks. I picked up the two pieces and put them in my shirt pocket. I felt elated. I thought, Hey, all right! I've got something on 'em. I've got solid evidence.

"I'd been moved, meanwhile, to a forward seat. When we arrived in Beirut, they started calling people up to the front to be searched and robbed of their valuables. Of course, I was worried that they'd find the two shards in my shirt, so I hid them in the pocket of the seat in front of me. Later, when we were allowed to stretch our legs, I was able to give one of them to Captain Testrake, because I figured he might have the first opportunity to contact outsiders. Testrake saved it and gave it to the FBI when it was all over. The second piece stayed in the seat pocket, and I never had the opportunity to retrieve it because they moved me again. But after we got back home I got a call from the FBI in Rome, confirming the number of the seat where I put the shard.

"During the whole ordeal I'd say there were four really terrifying moments, times when I thought about my own death. The first was after the shooting of Robert Stethem. He was murdered in the first-class section. The hijackers sent the purser, Uli Derickson, back to tell everybody to put their heads down, that something terrible was going to take place and that if they raised their heads they would receive the same fate. Then we heard a muffled shot. That was one of the few times I felt this could happen to everybody on board, including myself.

"The second time was while preparing for a crash landing in Beirut. It was at night, and there were barricades on the runway. We were braced for the crash with our heads down and didn't know what was going to happen. I can't think of anything worse than dying in the fire of an airplane crash. But at the last minute the runway was cleared, and we landed safely.

"There was another moment of terror before we were taken off the plane. Militiamen from Amal had come on board. We knew they were concerned about some kind of military attempt to rescue us. We had our heads down between our knees, and I saw all these running feet go by. To the guy on the aisle I said, 'See if you can see what they're doing.' But he wasn't about to stick his head out. I can't say I blamed him.

"The fourth scary time was later that night. From the plane we were brought by truck to an

underground room, like a huge garage with a big steel door. We were all lined up—28 of us—by two guards toting automatic weapons. They lit one candle in the pitch dark and made us stand with our hands on our heads. And I thought, 'This is a great place to end it all. They could just machine-gun us down, seal off this place, and no one would ever know where the hell we were.'

"Those were the times I prayed. I never prayed after that—during the rest of our captivity—because I never felt really threatened again. I didn't want to burden the Almighty with unnecessary prayers."

Beirut Press Conference

Peter Hill, a passenger aboard Flight 847, shares his story with Life magazine writer, David Friend, who co-wrote with Hill an article titled, "The Angriest Hostage - Hijacked, He Couldn’t Get Even. So He Got Mad"

"Minutes later, as the plane was in a steep climb, they both stood up and jumped over me and started running up the aisle. One of them slipped on the way up to the forward cabin because of the angle of ascent. They each had a grenade, and one had a 9mm automatic pistol. I turned to the stewardess in her jump seat behind me and said, "There's a hijacking in progress..."
Peter Hill - April, 1986