Terrorists boarded a flight out of London . One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle seat. Just before take-off, a Royal Marine sat down in the aisle seat. After take-off the Marine kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said âI need to get up and get a Coke.â âDonât get up,â said the Marine âIâm in the aisle seat, âIâll get it for you.â As soon as he left one of the Arabs picked up one of the Marineâs shoes and spat in it. When the Marine returned with the Coke, the other Arab said, âThat looks good. Iâd really like one too.â Again, the Marine obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone the other Arab picked up the Marineâs other shoe and spat in it. When the Marine returned they all sat back and enjoyed the flight. As the plane was landing the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. He leaned over and asked his Arab neighbours, âWhy does it have to be this way?â âHow long must this go on? This fighting between our nations? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in shoes and p*ssing in Cokes?