last post sounds steve newberry was on the galahad.ks, where she lived. when we were kids, steve and i used to fight like cat and dog, but when he joined the army, and of course then when i went into quarters, i mean, he used to come to me for sunday dinner and things like that, so i used to see him all the time, you know. obviously, as news started filtering through, everything started being very, very subdued. it was a horrible atmosphere once people started knowing. i didn't know until i phoned home that my brother had died. i don't think it sunk in. nobody could believe it had happened. as the task force headed home, many remained in the falklands, dealing with the aftermath of war. and bad luck remained with the welsh guards. what we did underestimate was the numbers, because we had no idea until probably aboutjune i6, 17, when we're having to feed something like 13,000 to 15,000 argentine prisoners of war who were all down at stanley airport. port stanley was an absolute minefield. it was... i would say chaos. there were weapons