A tragedy of errors. I was eight years old, but remember when this happened. I obviously wasn’t hot on politics and foreign policy, and remember the teacher showing us where the Falklands were. The past few days have been interesting for me, to re-visit and re-educate myself about an event which had almost no impact on my life. The benefits of age and maturity only make the horror grow. The innocence of childhood is a sanctity I can’t retreat to, but sometimes I wish I could.
“No-one wins in a war”.
