Sitting across a restaurant table from me was a man who had once been the prisoner of Saddam Hussein. Our surroundings were pleasant enough now â but we talked about war and hostages.
Almost thirteen years ago Alan Barnett had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. His parents had been Christian missionaries, and he was returning to Asia to complete his final year of schooling.
Human shield
The 15-year-oldâs BA flight had landed at Kuwait airport to refuel â just as Iraq invaded. All the passengers were seized as âhuman shieldâ hostages.
âWe were in the airport loungeâ, said Alan, âwhen people screamed at us to get away from the windows. Jets soared overhead and started bombing the runway.
âSoon afterwards, the BA crew took us to the airport hotel where we were kept overnight. I was shocked to wake next morning to see the building surrounded by tanks with their guns trained on us.
âI also heard machine gun fire inside the hotel â an Iraqi soldier had seen a picture of the Crown Prince of Kuwait on the wall and had shot it to pieces.â
Serious situation
The seriousness of the situation only dawned on Alan when he heard about the invasion. The passengers were held in the hotel for another six days and then herded into coaches and driven across the desert to Basra, in southern Iraq.
He told me: âThe drive to Basra took about eight hours in intense heat, and all along the route I saw burnt-out vehicles. At Basra we were put on a train to Baghdad, guarded by armed troopsâ.
His family had no news of him â and he could get none to them. He was, to all intents and purposes, alone.
Significant help
I asked him if any of the passengers were hurt. He said no, but he heard that some expatriates who tried to flee across the desert into Saudi Arabia were shot.
Once in Baghdad they were taken to the Al Mansour Melia Hotel, on the River Tigris, where they were confined to the top floor for eight days. Alan had only his hand luggage, with one change of clothes, his Bible and some sweets. While there, the British community in the city brought them clothes.
Alan said that he never really felt scared, although he was often lonely. His Bible was his most significant help at this time.
His family have a special verse (Hebrews 13:5-6) that they always read together before they part â it is permanently etched upon his mind: âGod has said, âNever will I leave you; never will I forsake youâ. So we say with confidence, âThe Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?â.â
Thousands praying
The British Ambassador visited the hostages and brought messages. Alanâs parents, not knowing his circumstances, had simply said, âRemember our family verse. Thousands are praying for youâ.
At this point, Alan paused and said, âMy dad had read another verse as well before I left.
âIt was from Psalm 139 and greatly helped me in my captivity: âIf I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fastââ.
He then added: âDad had said, âThat even means the wings of BAâ.
Chemical factory
After eight days in the hotel they were called to the lobby and told they were going by bus to the airport. However, as he peered through the blackouts, Alan noted that instead of heading towards the airport they turned towards Babylon.
They arrived at army barracks, where they stayed for two days, before being taken to an office block for yet another three days. He thought they were next to a chemical factory as the guards carried gas masks.
At this point the guards separated the single men, including Alan who was only 15. However, there was not enough room on the bus and so he and one other were allowed to stay behind.
Captive in Babylon
While here Alan felt pretty lonely and desperate, and broke down in tears on his bed. But the strength of his faith showed again. âI cried out to God in prayerâ, he said, âfeeling that he had forgotten me.
âI opened my Bible â at the story of Danielâs release from the lionâs den. It dawned on me that Daniel was also a captive in Babylon, just like me!
âI then had a strange conviction that I would be released in three days. This sort of thing is not my normal sort of experience â but this wasnât a normal situation, I suppose. Three days later I was flown out of Iraq.â
The president
Before this happened, guards started displaying pictures of Saddam Hussein everywhere. Then the president himself entered, surrounded by bodyguards.
Saddam Hussein remained for an hour talking to the hostages. Alan said, âHe asked if we were being treated well and gave us the opportunity to ask questions. Most of the questions were about when we would be released.
âThe president blamed their captivity on Margaret Thatcher and George Bush. A lady standing next to me suddenly said through the translator that I was only fifteen and that my parents didnât even know whether I was dead or alive â would he please let me go?â
Safe return
âThere was a strange silence for a few moments as Saddam Hussein looked intently at me. He then spoke to a guard, who in turn looked stunned.
âThe guard then turned to me and said, âThe President of Iraq says, âWould you like to go home?'â I broke down in tears and everyone started to hug me.
âThe Iraqi TV cameraman missed this and asked for the people to hug me again so that he could get it on film.â
Alan was then taken to the airport and flown to Amman where he was picked up by BA staff who looked after him until he arrived in the UK.
Finally I asked Alan about the âvoluntary human shieldâ that went to Iraq in February. âIt seems very bizarre to me,â he replied, âan act of desperation. I canât see that it will resolve anything, as it simply introduces new difficulties into the situation.â