Disaster at Bushehr

We had just reached altitude on this third flight when an explosion rocked the cockpit. It came from behind me and blew the headphones right off of my head. I ducked down into my seat in an attempt to avoid the blast. Next thing I knew I felt a razor sharp blade at my throat.

The ringing in my ears was immense. I felt like a freight train was passing right through my skull. I was badly disoriented as I remained crouched over the yoke in front of me.

"Move and you're dead!" was all that I hear...