I remember my Dad saying that the Argentines had changed all the locks on the corned beef tins, he wasn’t afraid I remember.
I thought to myself that means no more corned beef and pickle sandwiches?
My Dad said it was war and we all have to make sacrifices
But he was a locksmith or a safe cracker. Mum was in charge though, she wore the trousers, she said he was good if they locked themself’s out.
Of even other peoples houses
Because of this I grew up thinking that war was petty
And I told my Dad
He said but you haven’t been in a war yet
Have you Son
I said no Dad, you know that
He said well put the kettle on then.