Jodorowsky's Acolyte wrote:That's the only instance of suicide bombing I have in the novel.
You need to re-read it:
The captured 'thopter took off with a lurching flap of wings, angled upward
to the south in a steep, wing-tucked climb.
So these Fremen can handle 'thopters, too, Hawat thought.
On the distant dune, a Fremen waved a square of green cloth: once . . .
twice.
"More come!" the Fremen beside Hawat barked. "Be ready. I'd hoped to have us
away without more inconvenience."
Inconvenience! Hawat thought.
He saw two more 'thopters swooping from high in the west onto an area of
sand suddenly devoid of visible Fremen. Only eight splotches of blue--the bodies
of the Sardaukar in Harkonnen uniforms--remained at the scene of violence.
Another 'thopter glided in over the cliff wall above Hawat. He drew in a
sharp breath as he saw it--a big troop carrier. It flew with the slow, spread-
wing heaviness of a full load--like a giant bird coming to its nest.
In the distance, the purple finger of a lasgun beam flicked from one of the
diving 'thopters. It laced across the sand, raising a sharp trail of dust.
"The cowards!" the Fremen beside Hawat rasped.
The troop carrier settled toward the patch of blue-clad bodies. Its wings
crept out to full reach, began the cupping action of a quick stop.
Hawat's attention was caught by a flash of sun on metal to the south, a
'thopter plummeting there in a power dive, wings folded flat against its sides,
its jets a golden flare against the dark silvered gray of the sky. It plunged
like an arrow toward the troop carrier which was unshielded because of the
lasgun activity around it. Straight into the carrier the diving 'thopter
plunged.
A flaming roar shook the basin. Rocks tumbled from the cliff walls all
around. A geyser of red-orange shot skyward from the sand where the carrier and
its companion 'thopters had been--everything there caught in the flame.
It was the Fremen who took off in that captured 'thopter, Hawat thought. He
deliberately sacrificed himself to get that carrier. Great Mother! What are
these Fremen?
"A reasonable exchange," said the Fremen beside Hawat. "There must've been
three hundred men in that carrier.