The phone rang and a young man took a call from one of his friends who informed him that his brother and mother had drowned in the Mediterranean sea whilst trying to reach the safety of an Italian island, they had gathered a few meagre belongings and paid ALL their money to an agent who put them on board an unseaworthy vessel with hundreds of other refugees from their war torn country.
It transpired that, so overloaded was the vessel, it capsized far out to sea and ALL souls on board perished.
The young man was heartbroken and wondered at how such a disaster could have taken place, he made enquiries and learned that the British Gov't was aware of the plight of these [and hundreds of other] people but refused to render assistance, furthermore, the young man's family [and so many others] were actually driven from their homes on account of the interference imposed upon them by the forces of nations in close liaise with the British Gov't.
The young man [studying in Italy] made his way down to the marina close to where he lived and stole a boat [a good seaworthy one] and set a course across the Med toward Tunisia, his origins were from that region and he knew that the location he was heading for was a popular holiday resort for many Western tourists [many of them British] who would be basking in the sun, drinking their iced drinks and having the time of their lives whilst [at any given time] hundreds of innocent young children and their desperate mothers and fathers could be floundering in the raging [or even calm] sea and drowning helplessly.... The holidaymakers would be oblivious to that, they would be too busy snapping fingers at waiters and probably taking the piss out of them because they didn't speak English.
He beached his craft, leapt into the surf and unrolled a package he was carrying under his arm, he ran up the crowded beach and he opened fire randomly and positively, he was glad to be doing it and called the name of his mother and brother as he did so, there was panic on the beaches, the peace and tranquillity was broken, exactly in the same way as is taking place wherever the Yanks, Brits and Israeli's [etc] are exerting their oppressive powers and you can be sure that they who suffer, don't like it either.
The young man was shot down by the security forces [you cant take a holiday abroad without 'em these days] and his last words were quite poignant given that the British [and others] will now be throwing their arms up in dismay and baying for more blood, he said:-
"Allah take my soul to my mother and brother, prepare a place for my father who will know of my desire to seek vengeance upon they who offend you by their actions, forgive me and give the wisdom to those whom I have brought sorrow to, that they should know that my actions could have been far more fearful, I did not have the use of an aeroplane laden with bombs to drop on them from a great height, if I had, I would have attacked whilst they were sleeping in their beds".