30 Years Doesn't Seem To Be Long Enough

I'll bet you don't have a clue what happened on April 2nd, 1982. In fact, I'll give you a great big pass and ditch the suspense, because you'll never get it.

Argentina invaded the Falkland Islands. Yep, they moved in, lock, stock and many barrels. In fact, they went in with guns blazing! There was an actual battle for the possession of Government House, the only British post of officialdom in the islands. People were hurt.

But no one thought the Argentinians were stupid enough to go to war with Britain, one of the world's nuclear superpowers, whom, need I remind you, fought the Second World War all the way down to the last American. (Just kidding, Winnie, just kidding!)

Even the Argentinians didn't think they were stupid enough to go to war with Britain.

But go to war they did, and more people than would fill four packed jumbo jets breathed their last breaths on those godforsaken piles of rock in the middle of nowhere.

That's a lot of people who aren't here today. A lot of kids without fathers, wives without husbands, mothers and fathers without sons. You can see it all here. A nurse about men who'd been burned when the Argentines bombed their ship: "And next to where they were there was a sort of tiny galley, and it smelled sort of like burnt toast . . . you'd open the door and there were about 40 beds of black faces . . ."

And just imagine: that bitch who runs Argentina today whose government is snaking its way down the tubes is sabre-rattling again for the "Malvinas." Maybe this time it'll take four packed Airbus A-380s to persuade them . . . hmm, or better yet, a well-placed ICBM.