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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 **** 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
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Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
Task Force Falklands
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 **** 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
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Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
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