If you were living in England or Argentina back in the 1980s you probably remember the Falklands War and the battle of Tumbledown. Philip Williams, a young boy from Scotland, joined the Army mostly because in depressed Britain there just wasn't any other way to make a living, no alternative for starving youth. Imagine his surprise when he got sent into an illconceived war and was knocked out by enemy fire.
He woke up days later, in a daze, and he realized that he had been left behind by his own soldier boys! The war in fact was over, and the British had sailed away.
It took him the best part of two months to get back to civilization, freezing his balls off in the worst blizzard to hit Argentina in over 200 years, totally unprepared for the weather and having to pick his way through a pile of unburied Argentinean corpses!
And then when he finally made his way back home, he found out that his parents gave up on him (the UK government had informed them that Philip had died), and they had held his funeral in his absence. Oddly enough, this is when things turned even grimmer. The tabloid press got all over his ass accusing him of being a deserter, and even some of his own colleagues in the Army--it will remind American readers of the Swift Boat People who accused John Kerry of lying more recently. Pigs making martyrs of heroes.