As an Argentine, I believe the cause is legitimate; nevertheless I personally would have never invaded the islands; I was against it from day 1; diplomacy should have been the way to go. The opportunity of the war and the political situation suited Thatcher and the Military Junta which ruled Argentina.
The men who were killed, however, are all heroes in my mind, and Cisneros is one of the icons of the Argentine Army (decorated post-mortem). His hardness and toughness were legendary, as well as his loyalty to his country.
Jorge Luis Borges (whom you've read a few books, Howard) was fervently against the war, and wrote a very sad poem, called Juan Lopez and John Ward. This is the only translation I found (not good at all, but you will get the epic of it).
Juan Lopez and John Ward
It was their luck to be born into a strange time.
The planet had been parceled out among various countries, each
one provided with loyalties, cherished memories, with a past
undoubtedly heroic, with rights, with wrongs, with a particular
mythology, with bronze forefathers, with anniversaries, with demagogues and symbols.
This arbitrary division was favorable for wars.
Lopez was born in the city beside the tawny river;
Ward, on the outskirts of the city where Father Brown walked.
He had studied Spanish in order to read Quijote.
The other one professed a love for Conrad, who had been revealed to him in a classroom on Viamonte Street.
They might have been friends, but they saw each other face toface only once, on some overly famous islands,
and each one of them was Cain, and each was Abel.
They were buried together. Snow and corruption know them.
The incident I mention occurred in a time that we cannot understand.
by Jorge Luis Borges