British Sailors Death in Argentine Service

Amid this general misrule, or the reign of this disastrous regime, which suppresses the nation's legal life, replacing it with abuse and arbitrariness, the first electoral efforts for the future presidency are underway. It is assured that the current President will impose his chosen successor, for he possesses the gold, the concessions, and the necessary force to break malleable characters and suppress any insurrection." The article in La Nación led to the formation of a youth group around Barroetaveña, which, in turn, called a large rally on September 1, 1889, in the Florida Garden of Buenos Aires. There, it was established as the Civic Youth Union, with the aim of uniting the broad spectrum of opponents to the regime of Miguel Juárez Celman, supported by the ruling National Autonomist Party.







| I agreed to the modifications to the revolutionary military plan, which the general of our army made to me at that crucial moment, invoking the aforementioned arguments and others of that nature; and consequently, I sent the summonses to the heads of government bodies and the chief of police. I acknowledge that it was a grave error to have accepted these modifications to the military plan, which had been quite successful beforehand; but since these were military operations, to which the Army general raised so many objections, I ended up yielding. For me, the failure of the revolution consisted in the fact that the military plan drawn up by the Revolutionary Junta was not executed. Now understanding the immense significance of that modification to the aforementioned plan, I see that I should have submitted such a radical modification of the revolutionary movement to a war council, and not accepted such a responsibility alone.[13] |





| At once I saw that it was a serious fault for a military leader not to have checked the war materiel when he arrived at the Park, but I did not want to make recriminations to him at that supreme moment of fierce fighting.[13] |
| The economic and political situation of the 1990s accelerated the political expression of new social strata emerging from the process of dependent capitalist development and also mobilized intermediate social strata linked to traditional economic activities. The formation of the Radical Civic Union, three years after the revolution, was one of the clearest indicators of the beginning of the end of a political era in the country; the mechanisms of operation of the liberal state could no longer rely solely on agreements between the parties structured by the upper class since the 1970s.[29] |
DISCIPLINE
Account by Quartermaster Second Lieutenant Dardo José Forti. The second lieutenant took part in the Malvinas campaign as a member of the quartermaster section of Infantry Regiment No. 3 “General Belgrano”.
Malvinas: Historias de Coraje
A delicate issue in war is discipline. From my humble point of view, and without being a specialist, I believe there is one way to maintain it: by example. It is quite easy to write that; the difficult part is putting it into practice. Once again, Colonel Tocagni warns about this matter: “Discipline must be strengthened. A certain limitation of activities, the short duration of the day, the harsh climate, a monotonous landscape, shortcomings in accommodation, failures in equipment and food, all tend to cause a relaxation of discipline and fighting morale, against which timely and energetic measures must be adopted.”
Thanks be to God, I did not find it too difficult to lead my group of men in Puerto Argentino. Without setting out to do so, perhaps because of my personality, I liked to be present in every task, both those related to our work and those involving recreation. Just as I could carry supplies, I would also join in when it came time to tell a joke or recite something. Besides, as I have already said, those soldiers and non-commissioned officers had their own drive; they were committed to the task. Under those circumstances, leadership becomes much easier.

What else is discipline? Jorge Vigón, in Estampas de capitanes, quotes a fitting answer by Bocaccia: “Discipline is solidarity in action for the common purpose.” Even today, so many years after those events, one of my former soldiers will still remind me of some anecdote from those hours of shared conversations. I believe that, should I be able to leave you one piece of advice, it is this: personal example carries people along, mobilises them, enthuses them. Try it, and you will be surprised.
However, as is usually the case, there are exceptions. One night I asked about one of those souls, and he was not there. Still not losing my sense of humour, I mobilised my aide and right-hand man, Gustavo De Vincenzo, so that he could go around the sector and ask whether anyone had seen Private Donda.
—No, my second lieutenant, he is nowhere to be found.
Donda was adding one more ingredient to this war: he had disappeared.
Only when I had exhausted every means of finding him did I have to report the news. I felt a little calmer; that is what always happens when one shares a problem with another person. From another point of view, that person offers a possible solution — and the solution was given to me.
—Forti, find him! —Lieutenant Colonel Comini ordered me.
So, with my jeep and three volunteers, we went out to look for him. It would not be simple; many hours had already passed. We began in the town. Four pairs of eyes examined every place as we moved forward. Every soldier we crossed seemed to be him, but each sighting turned out to be a mirage that vanished when we got closer and saw their faces. We discovered that everyone looks alike from a distance if you put them in a green uniform. The more time we spent searching, the more our anxiety grew, and anxiety manufactured Dondas in every corner of the town.
—Let’s go towards the Sapper Hill area —I told the driver.
We kept moving, now along the road. The time to hand out dinner was approaching, and I wanted to be there. But returning without Donda, and with night falling, would not be good.
—There he is! —shouted one of the searchers.
—Donda! What the hell are you doing here, for f…’s sake?
—I went to see a friend, Sergeant First Class Edgardo Taylor. He needed cigarettes.
—And you crossed half the island for that?
In reality, he had walked a little over ten kilometres.
—Well, yes… I left at dawn.
—Get in the jeep. We’ll talk when we get back to the ranch.
In truth, I did all the talking. Donda paid for his adventure with the much-hated “run to the sea, hit the ground”, breaking the frost every now and then as he crashed against the ground. Much later, when I remember that action, I think of the loyalty of those men: a simple soldier putting himself in danger because a comrade needed something.
As for Private Donda, he stayed with us. The war was not such that we could leave him without work.