Biographical Narrative based on the video Fatal Game :: essays papers

Biographical Narrative based on the video 8216Fatal Game8217 Arising lethargic and brumous after their sleepless night at camp six, abrasion Whetu and Mike Rheinberger were slow to dress, melt ice, and get out of the tent at three oclock in the morning. They should have left at one at the latest but the wind was in addition gusty. Unfortunately, by the time they loaded their backpacks, strapped on their crampons and were ready to leave, it was three thirty. Mark, an experienced climber knew they wouldnt summit before one p.m. but he had only been hired as a lam for Rheinberger, who, after seven tries at Mount Everest had still not been able to summit. For Rheinberger, descent was totally unacceptable. Too much labour, too many sleepless nights, and too many dreams had been invested to not summit. He couldnt come back for another try next weekend. To go down now, would have raised one tremendous question what might have been?Mark was in front of Rheinberger and was growi ng impatient with his dismal pace. Ahead of them Mark spotted another team, returning self-defeating from their summit attempt. As the other team passed, they chatted a little. It wasnt until then that Mark realised how late it was. Twelve thirty. They were more than four hours from the summit, if they hurried. Rheinberger was not quitting now. Mark decided not to argue and the duo continued their ascent. At five thirty, when the light was slowly fading, they were so close to the summit. Rheinberger was quickening his pace now as he knew victory was in his grasp. At six oclock, Rheinberger had finally accomplished what he been previously unable to do for the last ten years. unless even in this moment of triumph, he was weakening with every oxygen-deprived breath. Down to one knee, watching the sun disappear, he looked like this was what he was sent to priming to do. Alarm soon hit them both, as when they were only meters from the top the light disappeared altogether. W ell bevy. Suggested Rheinberger. Its the only thing we can do. Unfortunately he was right. Thought Mark. And so, they bedded down for the night in the death zone. A height where the body is dying starved, from life giving oxygen.