Air rage
I was fifteen when the Mas 653 went down, a few days before my sixteenth birthday. My father was a passenger. We had been expecting him to be home for my birthday. Instead, in the hours of the night between the 4th and 5th, my father's colleagues and family friends came to our house in the middle of the night to tell us that the plane he was on had been hijacked, bombed and all were dead. In the days after, all we got as far as an explanation was a brief excerpted transcript from the flight data recorder in the cockpit. A few lines with one person making a demand, shooting of the co-pilot - I think, then the pilot. I am very grateful to have a bit more information.