My mate Andy and I are planning a trip to the Falkland Islands in February March 2012, for what reason I’m not sure. Something to do with recognising twenty years since the war but also something about political awareness.
Perhaps it is something to do with becoming politically aware, aware of a greater and more complicated world than as children we had really ever thought. I was eight in 1982 when I watched some bits of the war on ABC news, Andy must have been ten or eleven. I recall the striking of the Sheffield, the great plumes of smoke.
So we are going, much planning and fitness regiming. Exhausted already.