A Film & More Poetry about the Falklands Conflict

Illuminados Por el Fuego (Enlightened by Fire) is the first film about the Malvinas War/Falklands Conflict; directed by Tristán Bauer, a veteran of the conflict.

The film in the U.S. is marketed as Blessed by Fire.

Here are a few more poems written in response to the Falklands Conflict. The first is by Juan Miguel Idiazabal, a young Argentinian.

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In memorial of those who fell in the Falkland (Malvinas) War

By Juan Miguel Idiazabal

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27 years ago
Argentina cried.

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War devastated the islands,
war ripped the Argentineans’ hearts.

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27 years ago thousands of kids died
only 649 reside on the islands,
the rest carry their crosses across the land,
who knows when they've died
where have they died
for what reason they've died

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27 years ago.

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Today we still cry,
for those who died.

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We Shall Remember Them
by Sheila Parry

No visit to a gracious Queen,
no presentation honouring the dead.

The day his medal came
her fingers fumbled with the padded envelope;
ribbon and steel dropped from her hand,
another piece rolled out of sight.

When they came home they found her there,
tears falling on the polished floor,
trying to fit the fragments of her son,
to make sense of the scattered jigsaw
of his life.

Home-assembly decoration kits
by order of a grateful Government,
broken like the bodies
they were made to celebrate.

But then he was, at seventeen, hardly a soldier.
Just a name and number in the power game.
Mail-order hero of a battle scene.


No heroes
by David Morgan

There were no heroes here
Amongst the men who tramped through
Rutted, quaking moor,
Or crawled, cat-silent,
Over skittering scree
To prove the way.

No heroes fought the blazing fires
Which sucked the very blood from
Ship and man alike.
Or braved knife cold
Without a thought
To save a life.

No heroes they, but ones who loved
Sweet life and children's laugh,
And dreamt of home
When war allowed.
They were but men.