In the briefing room the Argentine forces were relaxed and even a little cocky. Why not. They were men. Real men. Argentinas elite. Elite men no less from the best of the best. Lt Mendez and Weigand nodded to each other. They knew. Unless the Brits had more men than thought, one of two thing would happen. They would surrender….or they all would die. Their plan was simple, capture the buildings, eliminate resistance and reclaim these barren rocks for Argentina. It was critical to keep the masses happy, and take their minds of exploding inflation, a weakening economy and a despotic leader…Not that anyone thought ANY of that publicly.

The Brits on the other hand, were indeed aware of the tension level, but as yet, no additional troops, ammo or stores had been flown in and no promise of help. Thatcher had her head up her arse as far as these soldiers were concerned and they just wanted to ensure the sovereignty of Her Majesty’s soil and server nobly. Nothing more, nothing less. That was their mission.

When the beach landing happened, it was less of a surprise and more of a solemn shrug and acknowledgement to the inevitable. Out gunned, out manned and restricted by supply limits, the Brits were not going down without a fight. No matter what. Ever.

“Right then, bloody listen up. This is England…right bloody here. Nobody takes this land, these buildings away from Her Majesty…..and No body will insult the honor of the fucking Regiment by letting a bunch of tiny brown bastards force us off this God forsaken rock! Am I clear?

“Aye sir, Kill Them First ” [KTF]. They roared as one.

The Argies, used low hills to cover their advance, and the extremely rough terrain to cover themselves while they sought out superior overwatch positions.

Lt Mendez, after assessing the situation, sent a probing attack against units dug in with fox holes in one flank.

With that attack under way, his men pressed up to the sound of incoming choppers. Which screamed past and around the British defenders to take up station and press a hail of lead into the dugin defenders. “heads down chap, some bugger is blying a buzz saw”

“They are headed for the rear…figures bunch boy buggers…” Said a soldier on the net.

“That will do nicely young lad, let us not disparage the enemy. Just shoot the little fucker”

While the primary chopper transports looked to quickly capture undefended terrain and press home the attack.

The battle for the key ridge overlooking the buildings was intense. The Brits fired in short controlled and very limited bursts. Preserving ammo and attempting to suppress the enemy. While the Argentines, simply poured as much fire power as they needed to get the job done. Lt Smith could see the situation going from bad to worse.

“Here they come lads, give them cold steel”

A bold charge by the Argentines captures the hilltop buildings!

On the flank despite foxholes and rough hew boulders protecting them the constant fire from rockets out of the Choppers took its toll on the elite British. Several were wounded, some cowered, others scramble from rock to rock gathering up now unusable clips from their former owners.

The Alouette move rapidly to fire rockets and guns into the key buildings. Suppressing the leadership, who could see that the withering fire was taking its toll. The Argentine leader could smell victory.

The British sniper started making his mark felt! Argentine soldiers dropped like flies. But like flies there were always more to replace the fallen.

Sarge: “Gents, ammo count please!”

1 clip, ½ a clip, I’m out, 1 clip….on it went. It was hopeless.

Out gunned, and out manned would the British surrender?

Lt Smith conferred with his men. “Gentlemen…this is not the way we win…Our deaths will be in vain, we have no ammo, no AA assets and no means to take out that bloody ship. Honor and virtue can be had in surrender under the right terms. Stand down.”

The Argies closed in, with menace in their eyes.

Lock n’Load Tactical – Heroes of the Falklands from LNL Publishing