I was in Buenos Aires recently and walked past the memorial to their dead in the Falklands. At the time it was being guarded by two soldiers in rather ruritanian uniforms. It started to drizzle and a guy wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with a cigarette in his mouth, approached them, spoke for a few seconds, and then turned away. To be honest, he looked like a drunk out to cause trouble.The soldiers followed him and it soon became clear what was happening. The scruff was clearly their guard commander taking them in out of the rain. When the drizzle stopped he, still with cigarette on the go, brushed some raindrops off their epaulettes and waved them back to their posts, while he sauntered off.
Gosh. I know diplomatic relations between Argentina and UK have advanced a lot since 1982, but I didn't know we had RAF detachments on exchange postings out there...