Whilst clearing through a load of old papers recently, I came across a couple of MODMAIL Family Grams that my wife received when I was â€œdown southâ€ in â€˜82 and tucked inside one of the news letters that were sent out by the boss of the squadron I was on, was an A5 sheet with a couple of poems written on it. I have no idea who wrote them â€“ except that the initials â€œCMâ€ are typed at the end. They are reproduced verboten below. 1. Falklands Lament 2. The Lion Awakes Falklands Lament Itâ€™s more than two months now since we left home Called away by our duty oâ€™er sea and oâ€™er foam Far away to the southward from our loved ones were sent Separation which brought forth our Falklands lament An Argentine dictator Galteiri by name With his Junta are bringing their Country to shame To win public acclaim his army he sent Blood, not Freedom he brought to the Falklands, lament His army ashore starving, freezing with cold How many of them, lads but eighteen years old Not professional soldiers, but conscripts he sent It is fuel aâ€™plenty for a Falklands lament Our Task Group afloat on this southern swell Fight their Army, Navy and Air Force as well To the tasks we are given our soldiers are bent We shall not be the cause of any Falklands lament The Squadron it works well as part of the team Days and weeks pass by as though part of a dream We look with great longing to the letters youâ€™ve sent Your support helps to lessen this Falklands lament Donâ€™t be sad we are absent our thoughts are with you As we think of your green fields and cloudless skies blue Our prayers and our love via Heaven are sent On our behalf, may you never, for Falklands lament In Argentina they weep for â€˜Evitaâ€™ Peron Whilst to war all their young lads and kinfolk are gone Not to fight for their Country by the Junta were sent Donâ€™t cry for me Argentina, but for Falklands lament May our struggle for freedom in this land oâ€™er the sea Be rewarded by islands both happy and free When the Lion of old England may homeward be sent Not in shame, but in Glory, no more Falklands lament. The â€˜Lion Awakeâ€™ From U.S.S.R. to the U.S of A. All now realise that in Falkland weâ€™ll stay As they watched our advance, on could guess what they said Gee! That old British lion lay sleeping, not dead! Galteiri, had just made his biggest mistake With â€˜Malvinasâ€™ he hoped some more power he could rake So he gathered his Junta, got them to agree And sent forth his minions Out east oâ€™er the sea To the Falklands they came and soon did over-run Our few Marine soldiers who neâ€™er left their gun The Islanders fears they said quickly theyâ€™d banish As soon as they had them all speaking Spanish But the Ministers in UK did not quite agree With the Argentine version of democracy They argued for weeks and diplomacy failed So we gathered our kit and southward we sailed We have lost some ships and a few of our men The Argies must now know we will not give in We have captured San Carlos, Darwin and Goose Green Over the hillsides our red and green berets are seen The Argies in Stanley behind sandbag and wall Will soon be confronted by â€˜the men from Nepalâ€™ Any day now the Falklands will once more be free And the Loin, still strong, will watch over the sea O weâ€™re maintaining freedom in this day and age Whilst certain other countries watch our progress with rage Our Armed Force strength let us never forget And the sunlight of real freedom, on our world will not set.