I was assured by a spook, who was on the Arab desk at the time, that they went to heaven without the tools to procreate with even one virginWasn't there a similar story going around Beirut? The players were lifting white faces left, right and sideways. Terry Waite, etc. They lifted some Russian academics from the university and sent their little fingers in wrapped in their demands as proof that they had their bargaining chips, or something. The KGB promptly sent a team in, lifted some of the players' big noises, cut their dicks/heads/entire hands off (depending on version being told) and sent them to the players wrapped in a nice note that said, "We know where you live."
Soviet hostages returned next morning. Terry and Brian still chained to a radiator for several years to come.
Sometimes war-war beats jaw-jaw.