25 years ago I flew to the UK, after having been completely out of touch with all media for a week, and found the country was at war.
This was particularly awkward because traveling in our group was a young Argentinian woman, with a broken leg, who didn't know either.
Her family were prominent opponents of the Argentinian government, and had she been deported, as was the immigration peoples' first instinct, she would assuredly have "disappeared".
Fortunately sanity prevailed.
In the meantime, the Y-Ranter revisits history and dissects the myth of the war
part I and part II
and now part III
and now part IV
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