Life in the Arctic

When I look back on the time we spent during the initial investigation of this accident, many memories flood my heart.  The fear on the medics faces as we were told that this was no longer an exercise, that the crash was real. The voices of the research station staff talking about their loss.  The scenes in the military field hospital. The devastation of the company employees doing their utmost to assist us. The bodies on the hill.

But the moment that most encapsulates that time was when I was gently chastened that I had no real understanding of these events or this place. I had tried to break the ice by complimenting someone on their bravery for flying here so soon after the accident.  They looked at me stone faced and told me that flying was the only way to get here.  This was life in the arctic.