Paul and Chuck continuing on after having just crossed a tricky ice bridge during our descent. They were from 1st Special Forces Group in Ft Lewis, WA, and so Paul is basically a professional mountaineer (Chuck is a medic who was up there with Paul for some mountain training). It was very comforting having them along, and I learned a lot from them during the climb. It's hard to imagine a better pair of pick-up climbing partners.
On a two-man rope team, the least experienced climber follows during the ascent and leads during the descent, so Chuck and I were behind on the way up and in front on the way down.
I was very nervous about glacier travel before the summit climb, but had no problems dealing with the crevasses through the simple expedient of never looking down into them (unlike Chuck, who would call out "Holy cow, that's a really deep one!" every time we came to a crevasse). It's a fact that you worry about things the more you think about them, but during the actual climb I didn't have time to worry as I was too busy minding where I put my boots, especially during the descent.
Once I was back off the mountain, I had time again to worry about what I had just done.