Their Job Complete, Last Recovery Crew Leaves Ground Zero
By ERIC LIPTON and JAMES GLANZ

ays passed, then months. On the second floor of 10-10, a tiny city firehouse within spitting distance of the World Trade Center site, the passage of time, and the sad success of their brutal labor, was tracked with a yellow fluorescent marker.

Each time a firefighter, city or Port Authority police officer or uniformed Port Authority worker was identified amid the ruins, the chiefs would highlight the name underneath the row after row of headshots of the deceased that had been posted on the firehouse wall.

Yesterday morning, Battalion Chief Ronald W. Werner edged his finger under the collections of photographs