In 1914, when the ill-fated crew of the ship Endurance attempted the first land crossing of Antarctica, Sir Ernest Shackleton wrote, “We were helpless intruders in a strange world, our lives dependent upon the play of grim elementary forces that made a mock of our puny efforts.”
More than 100 years later, Senior Master Sgt. Joseph Carter echoed Shackleton’s words, describing a barren landscape devoid of color, just snow and ice and volcanic rock; a foreign world, where the sun never rises or sets, but instead, circles the sky overhead.
“It’s a harsh environment,” Carter said. “The continent itself is always actively trying to kill you.”