🚨NEW: The Telegraph reports a local farmer near RAF Fairford, driving home from a party in the early hours, came across three seemingly abandoned white vans blocking a quiet country road. Confused, she turned her car around. As she did so, she saw a group of masked men in balaclavas scattering into the trees and across the fields towards RAF Fairford. She then accelerated away and called the police
The men of 2 PARA were pinned down. Argentine machine guns raked the hillside at Goose Green.
The attack had stalled. Casualties were mounting.
And somewhere ahead, hidden among trenches dug deep into the ridge, the enemy continued pouring fire into the advancing British paratroopers.
Lieutenant Colonel Herbert "H" Jones could see exactly what was happening.
If the attack stopped here, more of his men would die.
At that moment, he made a decision that would define his life forever.
Not from behind a radio.
Not from a command post.
But from the front.
Born in 1940 and raised in the quiet village of Kingswear in Devon, H Jones had been many things before becoming one of Britain's most famous soldiers.
He was the eldest of three brothers, a mischievous boy who sailed dinghies on the River Dart, raced through the village lanes, and dreamed of adventure.
Friends remembered him as energetic, competitive and impossible to ignore whenever he entered a room.
After leaving Eton, he joined the British Army and never looked back.
He served in Northern Ireland during some of the darkest years of The Troubles, earning an MBE for his leadership and courage.
By 1982 he was commanding officer of the 2nd Battalion, The Parachute Regiment.
His men simply called him "H".
On 28 May 1982, on a windswept hillside in the Falklands, his battalion faced one of the hardest battles of the war.
The Argentine positions at Darwin and Goose Green were heavily fortified and well prepared.
For over an hour the attack struggled to move forward under relentless fire.
H Jones knew something had to change.
So he grabbed a sub-machine gun and charged.
Witnesses watched him sprint uphill directly toward the enemy trenches through a storm of bullets.
He fell.
Got back up.
And charged again.
He was hit only a few metres from the enemy position he was trying to destroy.
Minutes later, inspired by what they had just witnessed, the men of 2 PARA renewed their assault.
The Argentine defenders surrendered shortly afterwards.
Goose Green was secured.
More than 1,000 Argentine troops were captured.
Many historians believe the victory changed the momentum of the entire Falklands campaign.
Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher would later say:
"His life was lost, but his death was the turning point in the battle."
For his actions, H Jones was awarded the Victoria Cross, Britain's highest award for gallantry.
But those who knew him best remembered something else.
Not the medals.
Not the headlines.
Not the history books.
His brother Tim once said:
"We're not here to remember that bleak hillside in the Falklands. We're here to remember the man, how much he loved Kingswear, and how much we enjoyed growing up here."
Because before he became Lieutenant Colonel H Jones VC, he was simply H.
A son.
A husband.
A father.
A brother.
A paratrooper who believed a commander should never ask his men to go somewhere he was unwilling to go himself.
And forty years later, the small plaque beside the ferry slipway in Kingswear still reminds people that one of Britain's bravest sons never made the journey home he had always planned to make.
Lest we forget. 📷📷
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>Live there for two years
>Go to UK by boat
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