Forty years ago today the Falklands War ended and it was sobering to hear from men who fought in that conflict recall their experiences in sunday nights documentary. I watched it last night and was impressed with how honest they were. A mixture of bravery and incompetence seemed to be the way it was fought. Leaving the troops aboard Sir Galahad was a tragic oversight by commanders and survivors are still traumatised but there was still time for moments of glory in the finest tradition of the British Army, like the bayonet charge by Scots Guards in the battle for Tumbledown which i think is the last occasion men fixed bayonets and charged fixed positions, taking them in hand-to-hand fighting that left no room for mercy.
The last word went to the squaddie who was on point checking prisoners bags before they boarded a ship to return them home and he stopped one guy who opened his bag to reveal a body. An officer who spoke English told him the body was his dead brother who he'd promised his mother to return, should either one of them be killed.
A thoughtful programme that brought closure for some, pride for others, and a reminder that British Forces still maintains the security of the Commonwealth, no matter how small your country.