We've had events here in pubs - bombings and have you. I grew up near the Admiral Duncan (far right terrorist), and went out in Soho for years, and the West End more widely. Of all the things that fleetingly go through your mind - is my bag zipped up, where's the fire exit, if that weirdo follows me to another floor I'm leaving, even the odd moment of 'that rucksack seems to have been left behind, it could contain something horrific' etc, at least the thought of this isn't on the radar. Some loser, bursting in with assault weapons he legally bought, looking to take life and bring sheer terror to people doing nothing more than having fun.
It seems trite to say it should be illegal - and it is, after the fact. And then it happens later in the week somewhere else. And the next week. And in another school later that week, and then a synagogue on the Friday, and a church on the Sunday by yet another white supremacist, then in a workplace on the Monday morning by an aggrieved ex employee, and then later in a supermarket where people are just shopping for groceries, and then another nightclub, and on and on it goes. Plus litany of annual suicides that could've been stopped if the immediacy of a gun in the house wasn't right there in someone's darkest moments. It's just so fucked up.
When Iraq was at its most unstable, there were so many reports of mass deaths that, shamefully, they began to fade into one neverending parade of death. I'm sorry to say, the reports of American mass shootings are at that kind of point - it's just neverending parade of death. Different venue, different day, same tragic waste of life, same calls for more guns even including serious discussions about the need for armed kindergarten teachers.