"The escorting frigates were shelling various positions around Fanning Head where a group of Argentinean vessels were patrolling. I can remember the "boom boom" of guns going off as we made our way to the anchorage. What I can't remember is exactly what time we anchored but I think about 2.30 am.
Then began the task of getting the troops ashore. As in all wars, the programme had to be flexible. We heard that someone had fallen into a landing craft and had a suspected broken pelvis so everything ran a bit late.
As the sun rose, we got our first glimpse of the Falklands. It was a strange sight - it looked very much like Dartmoor to me. Unfortunately, the weather was good. This did not suit us - but it suited the Argentine Air Force as we were to find out a little later on the morning of the 21st."