The Falklands Conflict
Poems by Trace Currall,
Juan Miguel Idiazabal, David Morgan
In April 1982,
twenty-seven years ago, the Falklands Conflict or as
the crisis is known in Argentina, de las Malvinas/Guerra
del Atlántico Sur began. On April 2, 1982 Argentina
invaded and occupied the Falkland Islands and the island
of South Georgia over a dispute between the South American
country and Great Britain. Argentina considered the
invasión as a re-occupation of its own territory.
Though the conflict was never officially declared as
a war, in just 74 days nearly 1,000 were killed.
So frequently regional
conflicts are shelved and not studied or explored for
their impact for all those involved. One of our My Voice
Currall, a former Royal Marines Commando
and veteran of the Falklands campaign posted a number
of poems about the conflict on his page. We've included
two of them below, added the work of a young Argentinean,
Juan Miguel Idiazabal
and one by David Morgan.
the Dead I
by Trace Currall
Burying the dead is a metaphor.
They don't literally mean bury the dead
Try not to think too much about it
They mean put things to rest
Pull your socks up
Stop harping on
Get on with it
Let things lie
Get a grip
They've never buried the dead.
by Trace Currall
in a steel shell
contain the ruins of boys
in brass shells
contain the boy's ruin
brass and lead filled mags
steel Argentine boys
ruined by containers
mined grass sags
as skin containers steal
to lead other boy's ruin
stealing dog tags
ruined my mind
burying lead-lined bags
by David Morgan
There were no heroes here
Amongst the men who tramped through
Rutted, quaking moor,
Or crawled, cat-silent,
Over skittering scree
To prove the way.
No heroes fought the blazing fires
Which sucked the very blood from
Ship and man alike.
Or braved knife cold
Without a thought
To save a life.
No heroes they, but ones who loved
Sweet life and children's laugh,
And dreamt of home
When war allowed.
They were but men.