 The job was done. Deployment was over. The six friends were heading home. Friends didn't even describe them. They had been through so much together. These were Navy divers. Brothers. It was June. They'd be home in time for July 4th. You could almost smell the barbecue and hear the family laughing. The only thing left was the long transatlantic flight. The plane idled on the Athens tarmac. Everyone settled into their seats as the crew made final preparations for departure. The brothers were heading home, and TWA Flight 847 would carry them. And we're named in and he is ready to board the aircraft. Land at Beirut. We must land at Beirut. No alternatives.