How I lived when the war broke out


A few days ago there was a great celebration in my country paying tribute to the fallen soldiers on the soil of the Malvinas Islands, for that reason I want to share in first person what it was like to live in that date in Argentina.

The South Atlantic Conflict, as it was called the war that we had with the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, in soils of the Falkland Islands, South Georgias and South Sandwich. The 2 of April of 1982 Argentina in an attempt to recover the Falkland Islands, invades the islands untying a warlike conflict with the United kingdom.

On Friday, April 2, 1982, in the morning, he collaborated with household chores, every morning he had established tasks to fulfill.

My activity begins before 6 o'clock in the morning, I had to walk 2 kilometers in search of freshly milked fresh milk, with this my mother prepares breakfast, then I had to take my sister to kindergarten and returned it before 12 noon , Arriving from the garden, preparing clothes, bathing, having lunch and going to school.

A very hectic life for a young man of 14 years, was not only my case, here in my native province is very common, the work of children at a young age.

As I did every day on my bicycle to the technical school, on that day, there were lorries from the Corrientes infantry regiment, covered with Argentine flags at the sides, some 15 or 20 trucks accompanied by a large crowd, sung one March that later I knew that it was the march in honor to the Malvinas islands.

I wore the traditional daily uniform, mechanic's romper, I look around and see the other students dressed in gala, the uniform of gala included a white shirt, blue tie, blue sweater, blue dress pants, polished black shoes, The gomina, short hair should not exceed the collar of the shirt.

I was greeted by the headmaster of the school, asked a question, you are dressed like this, you did not listen to the radio message, I do not wait for my answer, I order to wrap my body with a flag of Argentina, in this way it would go unnoticed.

The director makes me go up to one of the groups, he instructs me, I find myself in the middle of them, I perceived joy, euphoria in the people, but I also noticed fear, fear of the regimental officers, I did not understand anything, I looked at the Around me, no one spoke, they only sang, I did not know anyone, they were all old people, I make an effort to get to the side of the truck and look at the school, that's where I can see, my companions, parading in military steps, heading for a truck , In front of the school, all dressed up.

The trucks started up, they turned on the loudspeaker and reproduced the march of the Falklands, all celebrating and fluttering the flags, we crossed the city, I look back and I see a caravan, like a hundred cars in rows, flags in hand, honks And greeting people who were on the sidewalks of their houses, some returning the greeting, others applauded, others throw kisses, I was still disoriented, it was evident that something happened and the key was in the communiqué, that famous word that I had never heard so far, and then I understood.

I finished the march, the military left us where they picked us up, before we said goodbye they told us that we had the radio on 24 hours, pay attention in the communiqué, we will inform you there. I took my bike and started pedaling without stopping until I got to my house.

To understand my disinformation, my neighborhood is a small neighborhood outside the capital's suburbs, more than a neighborhood, seems to live in the countryside, streets of sands, many groves, without public lighting, if drinking water, without gas, without sewers All the services to the old one, water of cistern, light to candil, fire to wood, sewers to bath with black well, there was an electricity mains, or gas packaged, but only the people who were well economically could accede, they were not Many, maybe two or three families, the neighborhood was small we would live about 30 families in the place.

When I arrived home, this euphoric, anxious, worried, there was a lot of military movement in the neighborhood, I feared for my safety, I could not leave, the military reported the war situation and asked that they stay in their houses, so we knew the state Of site.

Mama borrowed my uncle, our neighbor, a small radio to batteries, to inform us, we were lucky, we just turned on the radio, I knew the famous statement, I will never forget those words. The Joint Staff reports Communiqué number 2, we have successfully recovered the sovereignty of our Malvinas Islands, the Argentine army defeated a group of command of the English army and we continue to advance, it is reported to stay at home until establishing national security.

My life does not change anything, every day my same routine, start early, find milk, take my sister to kindergarten, help maintain planting, is carpir, watering and take care of the crop that was the support of the Family, and of course attend classes.

Every day, every hour, the famous phrase. The Joint Staff reports, communicated 125, and informed us of the national war situation, we were advancing and we were gaining territory. This news was a reason for national celebration, children were no stranger to what was happening in the country, children's favorite game at that time was war games, Argentina fought against England, as the streets were made of sands were made They were used in the street and used as trenches, the Argentines in the well and the English in the high grass, so the boys were entertained in my town.

I was in a technical school, one day a colonel of the army appeared, I asked for volunteer to collaborate with Argentina in the war, without hesitation and consult with my mother I volunteered, the volunteers moved us to a secluded place inside Of the school, in a warehouse where they studied the students of smithy, there we received instructions, what would be the work of those that we have volunteered to us.

Briefly an introduction of the colonel, because the invasion of the island and the importance of recovering Argentina's sovereignty over the archipelago, we shared a plan with measures, which had to be respected, to build miguelitos.


An iron 15 centimeters long was cut, a u are folded, the ends are crushed, the edges are drawn like the tip of an arrow, preferably rusted irons, so that when stepping, beyond physical damage causes an infection, Leaving the wounded soldier out of action.

Several of these irons were welded to each other, to ensure that several points are facing the sky and thus be used as weapons of war. These miguelitos, constructed with our own hands, were of great help, to avoid that the British army can enter the island with the trucks unimog

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The Correntino solidarity was present, a contingent of Corinthian soldiers, coming from the regiment 4 of Monte Homem, said present in the Malvinas war, to support the nation warlike conflict.

Many institutions received donations of non-perishable canned food, to send our Argentine soldiers defending the homeland, the relatives put placards inside the products with words of encouragement for our soldiers.

Thus passed the months, Argentina Continued in war, the famous Communiqué of the Joint Staff informs, is in charge of remembering every hour of our state of war.

We always won, Argentina with its Pucara Airplane destroyed English Ships and Army, and everything that appeared in its passage, until one day on July 14, 1982, the radio transmissions went out and no one else reported the war situation , Days later we learned that Argentina surrendered, we were defeated by the English army.

It was all a lie, the information we received, it was not true, our soldiers had no weapons to fight, the Fall rifles were rusty, when they wanted to fire the bullets they did not come out, we were devastated by the British army, the Gurkas delegation English slain my brothers in war, my Corentine brothers of the 4th regiment of Monte Caseros were cannon fodder.

As time went on, more news came, soldiers sold out because they could not fight, they were weak, they suffered famines, they did not feed them, the high ranking military fled, those who fought were soldiers without rank, fought to save Their lives, count when they were captured gave thanks to the English army, fed them and treated them very well.

The boxes of food that we have donated, never traveled to the island, more than one merchant denounces, have found a letter from a family member within some food package.

A war that should never have been, My little ones helped, but they were not enough, we faced a war, with miguelitos, some rusty faults, the Corrientes we fought with a knife, against a first world army, armed with firearms of last Generation, infrared eyes, which was seen at night as if it were day, we did not fall into a fight, we fell from weakness for hunger.

This war not only left the dead, I also left crippled people and a lot of stories of heroes worth telling, it is said that 6 correntinos alone with gomeras disarmed an English contingent, took it by surprise, with stones and took their weapons, Another speaks of an Argentine soldier who only fought an English platoon, stories like these there are a lot, worth to bring to light.

What I am telling you are not in the official bulletins, nor will they be in Argentine History, this is what our surviving soldiers told when they returned from the Falkland Islands.

At present the conflict continues for the possession of the island via diplomatic, The Falkland Islands are and will always be Argentines.


José Luis Corrientes argentina

ladyzarulemОтветил joseluis

yep, @joseluis, it is more understandable! thank you for post. As for me, the war is the worst thing in the world!

joseluisОтветил ladyzarulem

This was the worst mistake of our rulers. Thank you very much lady @ladyzarulem for your visit and support to my work, it is very important for me this support that you give me