Later Years
Following his experiences on Mount Longdon he was to suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. He devoted a great deal of his to time to the South Atlantic Medal Association (SAMA 82), using his personal experiences to help others. As chairman of the local SAMA 82 group he worked tirelessly to organise the visits of British veterans coming to terms with their wartime experiences.
His son James became a well known artist in the islands, his work on the Falklands War reflecting the suffering of individual soldiers particularly the Argentine conscripts. After receiving an offer of an exhibition in Buenos Aires he thought long and hard before approaching his father. Terry gave his support and during his exhibition James met and befriended Miguel Savage, an Argentine Veteran of the Falklands War. After the travel restrictions on Argentine citizens were lifted Miguel travelled to the islands where he met Terry and together they walked over their former battleground together. Miguel described their parting thus:
| “ | Life has given us the opportunity to meet and be friends and we won't waste it. When Terry came to say goodbye, we embraced as friends. | ” |
Miguel returned to the islands and Terry presented him with one of his prized maroon berets. One of the islanders observed "Getting that from Terry is like being awarded the Victoria Cross."
Terry Peck was survived by his wife Eleanor, his two sons and two daughters from a previous marriage, and two step daughters.
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