Watched a very interesting program a few weeks ago about the conflict.
There was no glorification about it, and the armed forces were all extremely humble chaps.
Many have suffered PTSD since then.
In one part there was a black soldier (para) who just missed some sniper fire in one of the final battles, but his mate next to him went down.
The soldier was instantly killed, and as a mark of respect the black guy removed the soldiers headgear. He said he wished he had never done it, because it left him with an image that haunts him to this day. 40 years on, the emotion on his face was still as raw as probably the day it happened.
What struck me was how many of the British armed forces had a big respect for their opposite numbers. Also how an Argentine who had been wounded, spoke about how they had been lead to believe the British would kill them if they got captured, but once a soldier was injured, the Army medics treated them with the same care and respect that they did for our own.
In the summer of 82 I was having a family holiday in Bournemouth. The Canberra could be seen returning up the Solent, to a hereos welcome. I also found that rather moving, as one soldier explained how surreal it all was. He said that they had spent weeks in a war zone, with all the horrors and tensions that went with it, and then suddenly they were returning to people eating their ice creams and enjoying their summer breaks as if nothing had ever happened.
A short conflict, but with lifelong memories of both good and bad things for those brave chaps who served in it.