A Falklands Family at War by Neville Bennett Valerie Bennett

Author:Neville Bennett, Valerie Bennett [Neville Bennett, Valerie Bennett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Nonfiction, History, Americas, South America, Military, Other
ISBN: 9781399010245
Publisher: Pen and Sword
Published: 2021-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

Wednesday, 5 May 1982

Valerie’s diary

3pm–11pm.

Fog on the deck. Light n/w wind.

Heavy rain squall 11.30pm-ish, then fog started to lift.

‘Greenflies’ digging in all over the town.

More proposals being discussed in the United Nations in New York. UK and Argentina have to hopefully reply.

Not quite as many people living in the hospital now.

Met the Governor Menendez and his two aides.

Neville’s diary

Another not nice day for the ‘tourists’.

Valerie did a load of washing in the hope that it will brighten up later.

I turned-to in the office.

We had been having a spot of bother with the priming of the pump on F55. In the spares cupboard were all sorts of pieces for the Flies (although all basically the same machines, a different year of assembly could mean a modification of parts). I resorted to the spares book and sorted through the parts we had. There should be a paxolin-type pulley on the primer side of the pump, which wears. This could be the problem – it will still work, but it needs care in handling. If you know it, it’s ok. As we had some temporary colleagues who could be called out at night, they might get into a fix and not know how to get themselves out of it without causing some damage. I found all the necessary bearings, but neither shaft nor pulley. I had a natter with Ron Buckett, head of [the] government’s Plant and Transport Authority [PATA] in the next building to mine. He said he would have a word with Ted Carey, the supt. of the power station. Perhaps Ted and his blokes, who could usually work miracles with their lathe in the workshops, would be able to turn something up. They were using up quite a few miracles as it was, with the power station generating at full bore all day. They were continually doing overhauls of generators because of the extra load caused by many more people being in the town. I doubted they would have the time to help.

The midday news said that more proposals were being discussed at the United Nations in New York.

We went over to the hospital with Valerie and used the tumble drier in the laundry. There weren’t so many people living in the ‘bug house’ now the initial shock and fear had passed, although an uneasy feeling still existed especially as gun posts and fox holes were appearing on the street corners round the town. On the junction of John Street and Barrack Street, a group had dug two holes and put an empty forty-gallon fuel drum in each with one end cut out. A mound of earth was thrown up round the edge as a gun rest, looked all efficient. In jumped an Argie conscript, as I have said before they were mostly young lads and not very tall, and the inevitable happened – his gun pointed straight up in the air; ok for shooting at low flying slow aircraft but not a lot of good for covering fire along the street.

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