In 1982, I was a 20-year-old Welsh Guardsman and part of the Falklands Task Force.
On board the Canberra, we sailed into San Carlos Water, which was nicknamed Bomb Alley. After about a week, we did a march up to the top of a big hill, said hello to 2 Para and then marched all the way back down again.
We were put on board HMS Fearless, an amphibious assault craft. But the weather conditions were so awful that night that guys started going down with hypothermia.
So they took us back to Bomb Alley and we got onto the . She was eight hours late setting sail because she’d been hit with a bomb two days before – but it didn’t detonate. They’d taken the bomb out of the side of the ship and dropped it in
