One year after the invasion, the helpers mourn a life gone forever
The town meeting began exactly at 8 p.m. in the dimly lighted white clapboard auditorium overlooking Port Stanley's harbor. In the chair was Councilor Terry Peck, 45, an earnest, stocky plumber and former police chief who dutifully jotted notes on the proceedings. But the residents of the tiny capital (pop. 1,050) of the Falkland Islands were not getting together simply to discuss the local issues that bedevil most small communities. One man asked when the town gym, which is now occupied...
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