Forty years today I was part of an SAS eight man team aboard an old O Class diesel submarine sub surface off the coast of Tierra Del Fuego. We were on our way to attempt to take out the aircraft that were causing such severe damage to our fleet in the Falkland Islands waters.
There’s a story there, a great story…particularly if it ever gets told by both sides…us and the Argentinian Marines who were defending the location in huge numbers. But just maybe that’s for another day in the future…maybe the 50th anniversary if any of us are still around.
On our way in to drop off, the Argentinians on the Falkland Islands surrendered. Our Prime Minister pulled us back immediately…we will never know the outcome, would I be sat here writing this if the Argentinians just waited another couple of hours to surrender…we’ll never know.
But this blog post today is about those who never made it back. Brave young men in their prime killed in action and accidents during this lesser known war by today’s global audience. Memories of young tough faces from all arms. I give my today to honour those.
Eight thousand miles from home…yet only four hundred miles from the coast of Argentina the war raged.
So, to my mates who never made it back, to the task force individuals who never made it back, and to the young Argentinians who we fought against who never made it back…today, the day of the surrender forty years ago, I think of you all.
No matter the side in war…”ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do…or die!”