We had a leisurely morning and then it was off to hear a speaker who was a soldier in the Malvinos War. He spoke of how he wanted to play soccer and be a pro but his parents wouldn’t let him, so he joined the army instead.

He was ill prepared for the rigors of war and only trained for about three months before he was put on the front line. He saw his friends killed and he saw operations being done in horrible conditions.

The war was won by the British and when the Argentinian soldiers returned, they were not welcomed back since people were disgusted that the soldiers had lost the war.

He has a hard time after returning. No job and no support. People had not heard of post traumatic stress, so he often had nightmares about the bombs and the killings. He thought of suicide.

He met a woman, got married, and I believe now has three children. He gives talks all around to apprise people of that war and what it meant.

We had lunch of crab soup and then enjoyed king crab legs. I actually like lobster better.

After lunch we went to the airport for our flight to Buenos Aires.

We were going to try Argentinian pizza but since the flight was delayed, we didn’t get in till late and I just couldn’t face pizza. We tumbled into bed and slept the night.