The Falklands War was going on in 1982, when I was 7 years old.

I clearly remember sitting in front of the TV in my living room, watching the footage of helicopters, wind swept fields, and soldiers.

What I remember most is that, at that time, I had an understanding of what war meant, but at that tender age, it was basic.
I thought that what I now understand to be a battle, was a whole war. I had no concept that people went on fighting for years, and I really could not get my head around the idea of fighting over some land.
It was only when a journalist said the war had been going on for x number of months, that I became really confused and asked my mum how it could go on for months, and she answered that some wars went on for years.

That was a defining moment in my life.