The fact that we all spent about a week camped in polar tents amid the wreckage and dead bodies, maintaining a 24 hour work schedule says it all. We split the men into two shifts (12 hours on and 12 off), and recovered with great effort all the human remains at the site. Many bodies were trapped under tons of fuselage and wings and much physical effort was required to dig them out and extract them.

Initially, there was very little water at the site and we had only one bowl between all of us to wash our hands in before eating. The water was black. In the first days on site we did not wash plates and utensils after eating but handed them on to the next shift because we were unable to wash them. I could not eat my first meal on site because it was a meat stew. Our polar clothing became covered in black human grease (a result of burns on the bodies).

We felt relieved when the first resupply of woollen gloves arrived because ours had become saturated in human grease, however, we needed the finger movement that wool gloves afforded, i.e. writing down the details of what we saw and assigning body and grid numbers to all body parts and labelling them. All bodies and body parts were photographed in situ by U.S. Navy photographers who worked with us. Also, U.S. Navy personnel helped us to lift and pack bodies into body bags which was very exhausting work.

Later, the Skua gulls were eating the bodies in front of us, causing us much mental anguish as well as destroying the chances of identifying the corpses. We tried to shoo them away but to no avail, we then threw flares, also to no avail. Because of this we had to pick up all the bodies/parts that had been bagged and create 11 large piles of human remains around the crash site in order to bury them under snow to keep the birds off. To do this we had to scoop up the top layer of snow over the crash site and bury them, only later to uncover them when the weather cleared and the helos were able to get back on the site. It was immensely exhausting work.

After we had almost completed the mission, we were trapped by bad weather and isolated. At that point, NZPO2 and I allowed the liquor that had survived the crash to be given out and we had a party (macabre, but we had to let off steam).

We ran out of cigarettes, a catastrophe that caused all persons, civilians and Police on site, to hand in their personal supplies so we could dish them out equally and spin out the supply we had. As the weather cleared, the helos were able to get back and we then were able to hook the piles of bodies in cargo nets under the helicopters and they were taken to McMurdo. This was doubly exhausting because we also had to wind down the personnel numbers with each helo load and that left the remaining people with more work to do. It was exhausting uncovering the bodies and loading them and dangerous too as debris from the crash site was whipped up by the helo rotors. Risks were taken by all those involved in this work. The civilians from McDonnell Douglas, MOT and US Navy personnel were first to leave and then the Police and DSIR followed. I am proud of my service and those of my colleagues on Mount Erebus.
—Jim Morgan

http://www.omghax.net/2009/12/slacker.html

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I just realized that I may have forgotten to mention the fact that I am now engaged to the most beautiful, perfect girl in the universe (yes, I checked).

Dreamed this morning that I was on a train into the city to do Off the Hook, but noticed that the Long Island Railroad train didn't stop at Penn Station. I asked the trainman what the deal was, and he told me "oh, you should have changed at Jamaica. This train goes express to North Carolina."

After a moment, I asked "But I can change at North Carolina for the next train back to Penn, right?"

"Oh sure, no problem."

I got off the train in North Carolina, and learned that the next train back to New York wasn't for another three hours. Somehow this still left me enough time to get to the show, so I wasn't too worried. I decided to look around town.

I ended up in a dive bar, where the owner was panicking because the band that was supposed to play never showed up and the crowd was getting rowdy. I just so happened to have a copy of the karaoke version of my new album on me (apparently I had a new album, did I mention?) So he put it on, handed me a microphone, and let me take the stage. I sang some songs which I'd apparently written and recorded over the previous year, and which the crowd loved (wish I could remember them now!)

After that the dream cut forward to me arriving back home after ostensibly getting back to NYC from North Carolina, doing Off the Hook, and heading back to Long Island. On my doorstep I found a package addressed to me from the bar; in it was my backpack which I'd forgotten and a thank-you note for saving the day.

When the episode was first broadcast, many fans felt it was too dark, unfunny and that Homer was portrayed as overly bad-mannered. In the DVD commentary, Josh Weinstein considers this episode one of the most controversial of the seasons he ran, as it involves sharp observational humour which many fans "didn't get." Weinstein also talks about a "generation gap"—the episode was originally panned by viewers, but has since become a favourite among fans who grew up with the show.

--http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homer%27s_Enemy