His knees were doubled up in rigor mortis. One of the legs of his green parachute jumpsuit had been burned through to the skin by a round fired at such close quarters that the muzzle flash had ignited the fabric. A gaping wound was visible in his chest - also apparently from a burst of fire from close range. When was the last time you read in The Observer -- or any other British newspaper, for that matter --- such a compassionate description of a terror victim? You know: those Bar Mitzva boys, the brides, the teenagers in a cafe.
Well, we know the excuse: so much sympathy, so little space in the newspaper...
You won't read it. The Euroswine are much too socialist to side with Israel.