Synopsis/Details
I remember that it was quite early. In my memory, I know that it was the morning of the second of April when the fighting first began. The year was 1982.
I was only a young lad way back then. I was still wet behind the ears. It’s funny to think back on some of the things I did, especially now that I am much older.
I was just nineteen years old when I had my first taste of combat.
Looking back on those events though, and recalling how everything played out over those manic two and a half months in the Falklands, it is still hard to get my head around them. There is a framed picture on my wall, and quite a few more black and whites, and yellowed newspaper clippings, in the dusty old photo album that I have managed to hang onto through the years. Still, even when I have those images to guide me, a great deal of those details comes across as blurry. Some of the names and faces are hard to arrive at, even when I sit down quietly and grasp around in my mind for them.
The screenplay has me narrating this true event in history 73 days of conflict between two nations over sovereignty’s of the Falklands.
