Thursday, April 11, 2013 | 2 a.m.
I met Margaret Thatcher 10 years ago at a small, private party at the Royal Air Force Club in London. She was very intense but warm, and our discussion turned to the United States. I told her that I had a very good friend who had been in the Eagle Squadron, the Yanks who flew with the RAF in 1940. She reminded me that she had unveiled the monument to the Eagles in Grosvenor Square just opposite the life-size statue of Franklin D. Roosevelt.
My friend was at El Alemein in the desert battle with German Gen. Erwin Rommel’s formidable army — “the end of the beginning” in Winston Churchill’s memorable speech. “A great victory,” she said and was glad that an American had taken part.
When I left London in 1972 to immigrate to America, it was sheer chaos there. Electricity brownouts would occur at any hour and garbage was piled 10 feet high on all the curbs in London because the unions were on strike.
She tamed the unions, defeated “the tin pot dictators” of Argentina and helped President Ronald Reagan put an end to Soviet oppression. She put the great in Great Britain again. America had no truer friend than Lady Thatcher.