The story of how my half brother, and his mother, were both brutally slaughtered in Rhodesia by black terrorists. Following the discovery of their bodies, my father tracked down those responsible and committed a massacre. I was born many years later, and named after my brother. My father was living with his wife and their newborn son in a farmhouse on his land, where they grew tobacco and raised cattle. He was in active duty, as this occurred during the height of a genocidal war which was being waged against the Anglo-Saxon tribe who built Rhodesia.