It was raining. How perfect. A dreary day for a dreary occasion. Not very many people had been by. No Falklanders had been there. Just a handful of people. It was only 9 am. More people were going to come, but for now, it was just himself. That was the only way he wanted it right now. This had been the first time he had ever been to the cemetery. Benjamin and Thomas had been kind enough to pick him up at the airport, and let him spend the day at their place. Maximo couldn't understand why. After all he was the reason for so much heartache this day.

The sounds of the day were still clear in his mind. The tension aboard the Cabo San Antonio was still something he felt. Standing in front of the grave of one of his fellow soldiers only made it more real. He walked down each of row of crosses and read the name of each soldier. He could hear the crunch of the grass under his converse. Over half of the crosses had no name to go along with it. It only read:

Soledad Argentino

Solo Conocido Por Dios.

The wind whipped around his tan jacket as Maximo just stared at his fellow Argentines. He could only imagine their last few moments on this world. They couldn't have been pleasant ones. He wished he see the faces of those who lied beneath the ground to see if they had been with him on that march to Port Stanley. If they had been there to reassure him that everything was going to go according to plan, or asked him for a cigarette. It was a mystery that would remain hidden for the rest of his life.

Standing in front of the cenotaph, he stared at the few trinkets that had been left. They were much more personal than the ones he was about to offer. Setting down the roses, he draped a wooden rosary over them and placed his hands in his pockets. His mumbled prayer was overpowered by the sound of the wind, but God listened to every pray no matter how quiet.

"Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos

Santificado sea tu Nombre.

Venga tu reino

Hágase tu voluntad

En la tierra como en el cielo…"

Pausing for a moment, he bit his lip trying to hold back the emotions that had finally caught up to him. The vision of seeing a scared and beaten Benjamin and Thomas was the only thing playing in his mind.

"Y perdona nuestras duedas

Como nosotros perdonamos nuestras deudores

Y no nos deger caer en al tentación

Sino que líbranos del malo…

Amen."

Wiping away the tears with his coat sleeve, Maximo headed back to a patiently waiting twins. It was a two-hour drive back to Stanley and then series of connecting flights back to Buenos Aires. As he walked to the car, he could only look down, unable to say the words he wanted to say to his own sons. How much longed to apologize for the things he had done, but he couldn't bring himself to say them.

As the drive back to Stanley commenced, he could only look out the window at the passing countryside and cry the silent tears.