BLACK SUNDAY

. . . It would be the bloodiest Sunday American would ever see.

And it was all in the mind of one man. The terrorists had him in the palm of their hand.   For this man, this lover of the free, open sky, where his hot-air balloon floated carelessly like a huge, soft bird, had been chosen to deliver death to 80,000 innocent people . . .

The Arabs set it up; now the Istaelis had to shoot it down.   But how could they know about the observation balloo, the biggest flying fragmentation bomb of all time, primed for the terrible day when it would hang over the biggest football crown of the season -