[Note: Today is Memorial Day, a US tradition where we remember the contributions of those in the military who have fallen. Yesterday, I was thinking about what to write about it. My dad was in the Navy just after World War II, but I wasn't sure what to write about that. I decided to put the idea aside for a time, since I have a deadline for an article I'm writing about space exploration. While looking up old blog posts for that, I happened by coincidence on something I wrote three years ago, on July 20, 2009, the 40th anniversary of the launch of Apollo 11. I am reposting it below. For reasons that will be clear if you read the whole thing, I don't think there's more I could say on this day.] <\/p>\n
On July 20, 1969, at 20:17:40 GMT, human beings landed on an alien world. <\/p>\n
That was the moment that the Eagle lander touched down on the surface of the Moon, 40 years ago today. Nearly five hours later, at 02:56:15 GMT on July 21, Neil Armstrong placed his boot in the lunar regolith, planting it firmly into history as well. <\/p>\n
You can read all about this event and its global and historical impacts all over the web, so I wont belabor the point here. But the Apollo missions mean something special to me, so forgive me this small indulgence. While the overall significance of the missions is interesting and fun to think about and discuss, the real stories, the ones that sink in, are the personal ones. <\/p>\n
I was four when Armstrong, Aldrin, and Collins approached the Moon. Thats old enough to form memories of the event, but young enough that those memories are malleable; I have a hard time distinguishing what I actually saw with what I may have seen years later on TV. I seem to vaguely remember sitting on the couch with my family watching the events unfold; even at that age I was in love with science fiction and all things spacey. Its possible my parents let me stay up late to watch that first step. It wouldve been 11:00 p.m. at our old home. But honestly, I dont remember. <\/p>\n
However, just a wee bit over two years later that changed. In July 1971, my parents rented a Winnebago a monstrous recreational vehicle and the whole family piled in so we could road trip down to Cape Canaveral. If all went according to plan, we would be there in time to watch Apollo 15 launch and make its way to the Moon. <\/p>\n
I was six, so I remember this much better. The bathroom on the RV smelled overwhelmingly like fruit. My sister taught me that its OK to lie when you say something if you cross your fingers while saying it. We stopped to visit friends of my moms in South Carolina, and again in Georgia so my oldest brother could check out the Georgia Tech campus before applying there the next year. <\/p>\n
I have lots of other memories that are trivial to others but which I cherish. But still and all, we finally reached Kennedy Space Center. I remember touring the area, and I also remember being on the tour bus and getting up pretty close to the Saturn V. I wonder now if thats a distorted memory; its hard to imagine they let tourists get as close as my semi-fuzzy recollection indicates. <\/p>\n
And then the day arrived. We parked on the banks of the Banana River and waited for the moment. I wandered off a bit to play on my own (times were different then), and I distinctly remember finding a blue plastic kiddie pool upside down on the river bank. I flipped it over, and a billion mosquitoes exploded out of it! Not too surprisingly, thats one of the stronger memories I have from that day. <\/p>\n
And then the moment finally arrived. I remember nothing of the countdown, but boy oh boy do I remember the launch. A man next to me had a camera that he was frantically snapping away with; I remember the noise of the shutter and him winding it, trying to keep up with the rocket lifting off into the sky miles away. <\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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