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| title: "House Oversight: Estate Documents (Nov 12) (HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_011597)" |
| source: "House Oversight: Estate Documents (Nov 12)" |
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| date: "2026-01-01" |
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| wig, which came off in his hand. As she began screaming, Marco instinctively |
| struck her across the face, but he used the hand in which he had his Beretta. The |
| gun went off, and the bullet grazed Bibi in his upper arm. |
| When Uzi Dayan had finally got in through the rear door, he'd run up |
| against a stocky, suntanned man blocking in his way, and fired - thankfully, |
| only into his midsection. He turned out to be one of the passengers, a film- |
| maker from Austria. Still, there was the other woman hijacker to deal with. |
| Several of the passengers pointed to the floor just ahead of Uzi, where she lay |
| curled up, holding a grenade with the pin out. Ordering her loudly, sternly, not |
| to move, Uzi wrapped his hand over hers, extracted the grenade from her grasp |
| finger by finger, replaced the pin, and had one of his men lead her out of the |
| plane and down the stairs. |
| All the hijackers had been either killed or captured. |
| Tragically, in the initial crossfire, a 22-year-old passenger named Miriam |
| Holtzberg, had been hit. Although the man whom Uzi had mistakenly shot |
| recovered, she did not. Yet all of the remaining passengers and crew were now |
| free and safe, alive and unharmed |
| I felt a mix of emotions when it was over: pride, a sense of achievement |
| against all the odds. And huge relief at having succeeded in ending the ordeal of |
| the captives. Without my saying so, everyone in the unit understood that my |
| inaugural comments as commander, about our need to become a full special- |
| forces unit, were no longer a distant wish. Still, I knew this was only one step, |
| and I wanted to make sure we kept our feet on the ground. The day after the |
| Sabena rescue, Israeli newspapers devoted acres of newsprint to how the |
| operation had succeeded. Since Sayeret Matkal's existence was still an official |
| secret, the headline writers called us, variously, a "special" unit, a "select" unit |
| and even in one case, because of our El Al coveralls, "angels in white." We did, |
| briefly, celebrate back at the sayeret base. But as with every other operation, we |
| went through a self-critical assessment of what we could have done better. How, |
| if we had to do another hostage-rescue operation, could we make sure none of |
| the passengers was harmed? How could we improve co-ordination among the |
| assault teams? And minimize the risk of shooting each other. Why had I, as |
| commander of the operation, had to wait for someone else to suggest the idea of |
| disguising ourselves as aircraft technicians? And why had we failed to train |
| with Berettas and other pistols as well as Uzis? |
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