since the second world war. the final push for stanley loomed. the next morning, it was a race to the capital. you could see british troops flooding off the features. to our left, wireless ridge, two para, our sister battalion. to our right, mount tumbledown, scots guard. and it was decided that regimental pride dictated we wanted to be the first into stanley, so helmets came off, red berets came on, head down, bum up and... ..into stanley. as soon as the argies saw how many of us there were — which was basically a battalion on the ground by the time the helicopter had dropped everybody off — advancing towards the capital, they ran off it, back into stanley. and that was about midday on the 14th ofjune. and great rejoicing. is there a white flag flying?