I spent hundreds of hours printing the photos taken and relived the pain each person experienced at their tragic end, over and over. Each negative got more painful to print, the enlarger was not forgiving and opened it's lens to show all of us how terrible and cruel death can be when it comes to take you. Regardless of fame, fortune or wealth each person on this flight was brought to be equal with the others at the end.
Ironically that was the second plane crash I had been part of, the other was a P3 Orion that crashed in Maine in 1978 I believe it was. This provided me with the ability to step outside myself and do the job.
What no one will ever tell you is that when you come home from a job like that, working in and around the rubble, burnt corpses, and spending day after day searching for clues and documenting each one with a camera, is that you literally have to throw your clothes away because the smell will almost never come out. You shower with a ferventness and try hard to wash your hair clean of the scent...
I am working hard to be very respectful of the situations and not over dramatize it and certainly not to feel at all sorry for myself, but rather to represent the truths of working in these extremely complicated scenarios and presenting it in a non-cinematic manner or fashion. These types of situations are represented daily on screen and what the movie screen cannot and does not do is to represent the reality of each situation, that being that those that document, study, explore, scientifically work to examine it all can never put a simple handkerchief over the memories, they are implanted for eternity.
My point, you ask? There is nothing romantic about working in the industry that helps study the accidents or murders after the fact, but there is something that needs to be said and that is, every person involved in the chain of command needs to be given the utmost of respect because it is a "permantly ugly scar on that persons memory or soul"
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