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...force of 60-odd ships, some of which were now on battle stations within a few miles of the Falklands. In addition, the attack prepared the way for a possible full-scale invasion of the islands. According to the Argentines, the British task force commander, Rear Admiral John ("Sandy") Woodward, who celebrated his 50th birthday on the day of the action, broadcast a demand for surrender to the troops occupying Port Stanley. "No way-we're winning," replied the local Argentine commander. He added: "Bring on the little prince," a reference to Britain's Prince Andrew...
...members of the British task force, on the other hand, were elated, perhaps overly so. In a slightly misguided effort to increase the psychological pressure on the Argentines, task-force Commander Woodward indulged in some very un-British braggadocio following the assault. "South Georgia was the appetizer," the rear admiral told British journalists aboard his flagship Hermes. "Now the heavy punch is coming behind. This is the run-up to the big match, which, in my view, should be a walkover." Advised Woodward to the remaining Argentine troops in the Falklands: "If you want to get out, I suggest...
...Woodward's ebullient talk prompted winces back in London, and he was quickly chided by his Admiralty superiors. Grumbled an aide to Prime Minister Thatcher: "Boast if you must when you've won. But for God's sake, to tell people in advance that you've got it is not even common prudence...
Without such a surprise stratagem, the current phase of the British plan could involve heavy casualties. Echoing that fact, a chastened Task Force Admiral Woodward reversed his earlier confident talk and warned that "unless people say 'let's stop,' it will be a long and bloody campaign." Those remarks were appreciated in London no more than his earlier ones, prompting one Thatcher aide to grumble: "I wish our admiral would shut...
...strongest roles, Redgrave dispalys a daft, heroic sanctity. Here she is to wear the sensible shoes of a Jo Woodward type. She won't fit; her talent is too big. So, at the start of this two-hour drama, Redgrave and the viewer strain and squint to miniaturize her legend into the everyday character of Leenie Cabrezi. It is an act of self-denial: she must lower the pilot light of her unique intensity and convince through an effort of will and craft...