Well that's just dandy. Thatcher, from the comfort of the Downing Street war room, orders the destruction of the Belgrano. The Argentinian high command, from the comfort of their bunkers say it's ok because that's war. Meanwhile 323 Argentinian sailors lie dead at the bottom of the ocean and nothing will bring them back to life.

Of all the things I hate about war, the item which is right at the top of my list is the belief that the dead of the other side don't matter. Maybe the Geneva Convention wasn't broken, but its spirit certainly was, as were the hearts of every single relative of those sailors.