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Falklands Task force – Robert C Millar
Falklands Task Force
Car packed and ready to go; on leave so we thought but it wasn't so; I suppose it wasn't just meant to be; T Air Defence Battery was going to sea; Across the south Atlantic Ocean; Well at least that was the notion
One hundred and ten ships all packed to the top; Commandoes, Paras, Guards, Ordinance, Artillery, the lot; This is it lads. We're going to war; But nobody knew, what was in store And all those mixed up feelings inside; Were damn near impossible for us to hide.
We landed at a place called San Carlos Bay; In nineteen eighty-two. On the twenty first of May; To repel Argentine invaders from the Malvinas; Anxious, proud and scared. You had to have seen us. Across the Falklands, the Task Force did travel; By air, sea and foot and not as a rabble;
Objective Port Stanley for the final shove; First taking Tumble Down; Goose Green and Bluff Cove We recaptured the Islands. They were British again, And amid all the glory, cheering and pain; We now look to peace for as long as we reign And no more hostilities, that drive man insane