The pilot instructed the air stewards to set the alarm, and explain its function to the passengers. My response to the news that we were under attack was to send a farewell text to my parents – just in case.

The plane landed in an aircraft hanger, while the military jet that accompanied us nose-dived into a nearby field killing all on board. We were now in extreme danger. From the shadows emerged a dozen or so fully-armed members of the Taliban. They separated couples and families, then led the men away.

The next time I saw TPR he was still wearing his green jumper, but padlocked to a long chain as a prisoner.