fighting on mount longdon raged for 12 hours before argentine forces withdrew to stanley. stopped but because we'd broken them and they were effectively running away, i physically had to stop some of the boys who wanted to run down the hill and chase after them! but that was the heat of the moment. when that daylight came up, the scene was just awful. you could smell the death — you could smell it. and there was kind of a mist floating over the ground as well and the stillness and the quiet after the noise and the bedlam of battle. for the two days after the battle, we were under heavy artillery fire and a further six members of the battalion were killed. this shelljust — there was zero warning, so therefore, it was possibly a mortar — and boom, straightaway. all i remember was being thrown in the air and landing on my stomach. my wounds were catastrophic. traumatic amputation of my left leg. the leg that remains, it wasjust shredded, you know? there was a compound fracture of my femur. it was touch and go whether i could keep that leg, if they could save it. aboard the ho