Friday 28th May
beloved one, Letters today, which I thought would be a great treat, but in fact
it has just made me miserable! I just cannot see an end to this, and I fear that
even if the Islands are retaken, you will not be able to return. I long with
every part of me to see Ambuscade sailing safely into Plymouth Sound, and to know that you won’t have to go south again! The loss of
four ships so far, though, may mean that you have to stay there longer, and return to patrol there even after immediate hostilities
have cooled down. Both Nott and Thatcher say emphatically that there is
no question of Argentina being given sovereignty - but that is the only way to stop this lunatic war, and in my opinion the
islands are just not worth the price.
What a funny old day Saturday was. Sat/Sun
night spent up and v. busy. All Sunday pm spent ammunitioning in terrible weather. Soaked to the skin - took 5 hours! Then
more excitements - another attack on us all - I can say this because it was on the world news an hour ago. Also on news that Stanley came under heavy bombardment on Sat night, so you can put 2 + 2 together
to see why we wanted ammo yesterday!
Another mission tonight in progress, and so it goes on. I’m
off to bed, exhausted. I love you.
Still Mon 31
from that - no incidents. Prepared to take on ammo this morning on the
forecastle in horrible weather in the dark; then they decided to fly it on instead.
As soon as that was underway they decided we should refuel immediately after - off we went (missing lunch), 1 ½ hrs
tied up to the tanker but failed to take fuel - their gear didn’t
work. So now we abandoned all, and are back doing our thing, with more ‘excitements’
through the night and no doubt two replenishments tomorrow. And so it goes on.
It’s snowing now and pretty cold. Been
on upper deck for 6 hours but have kept fairly dry this time. Could all change. Must finish this, lest mail closes.