‘T minus 60 seconds and counting. We’ve passed T minus 60. 55 seconds and counting. Neil Armstrong just reported back: “It’s been a real smooth countdown”.
‘We’ve passed the 50-second mark. Power transfer is complete – we’re on internal power with the launch vehicle at this time. 40 seconds away from the Apollo 11 lift-off. All the second stage tanks now pressurized. 35 seconds and counting. We are still Go with Apollo 11.
’30 seconds and counting. Astronauts report, “It feels good”.
‘T minus 25 seconds… Twenty seconds and counting. T minus 15 seconds, guidance is internal. Twelve, 11, 10, 9, ignition sequence starts… 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0… All engine running”
– Public Affairs Officer Jack King
On July 16, 1969 Apollo 11 blasted the first humans to the moon. Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins were strapped to the huge Saturn V rocket. It stood around 36-storeys high. Around 85% of its overall weight is propellant. At 9:32 a.m. EDT, the bomb goes off. The three astronauts are on their way to the great unknown.
“The sky turned a deep purple and all at once the stars and moon came out — and the sun shone at the same time. He had reached a layer of the upper atmosphere where the air was too thin to contain reflecting dust particles.”
― Tom Wolfe, The Right Stuff
“If men could move out of infancy at half a mile an hour and get up to eighteen thousand miles an hour in one lifetime, well, who was to assume that the walls of the universe were safe from future men?”
― Norman Mailer, Of a Fire on the Moon
“The Saturn V vehicle produced a holocaust of flames,” says NASA.
Now he was out there, one foot on the Moon, then the other foot on the Moon, the powder like velvet underfoot.
With one hand still on the ladder, he comments, “The surface is fine and powdery. I can… I can pick it up loosely with my toe.” And as he releases his catch, the grains fall back slowly to the soil, a fan of feathers gliding to the floor. “It does adhere in fine layers like powdered charcoal to the sole and sides of my boots. I only go in a small fraction of an inch. Maybe an eighth of an inch. But I can see the footprints of my boots and the treads in the fine sand particles.”
Capcom: “Neil, this is Houston. We’re copying.”
Yes, they would copy. He was like a man who goes into a wrecked building to defuse a new kind of bomb. He talks into a microphone as he works, for if a mistake is made, and the bomb goes off, it will be easier for the next man if every detail of his activities has been mentioned as he performed them.
Now, he released his grip on the ladder and pushed off for a few steps on the Moon, odd loping steps, almost thrust into motion like a horse trotting up a steep slope. It could have been a moment equivalent to the first steps he took as an infant for there was nothing to hold onto and he did not dare to fall – the ground was too hot, the rocks might tear his suit. Yet if he stumbled, he could easily go over for he could not raise his arms above his head nor reach to his knees, his arms in the pressure bladder stood out before him like sausages; so, if he tottered, the weight of the pack could twist him around, or drop him.
Still, he seemed pleased after the first few steps. “There seems to be no difficulty in moving around as we suspected. It’s even perhaps easier than the simulations…” He would run a few steps and stop, run a few steps and stop.
The powder of the Moon soil was curious indeed, comparable in firmness and traction to some matter between sand and snow.
It was time for Aldrin to descend the ladder. When he reached the ground, Aldrin took a big and exuberant leap up the ladder again, as if to taste the pleasures of one-sixth gravity all at once. “Beautiful, beautiful,” he exclaimed.
Armstrong: “Isn’t that something. Magnificent sight out here.”
Aldrin: “Magnificent desolation.”
― Norman Mailer, Of a Fire on the Moon
The exciting countdown to blast off and the thrilling sight of the rockets leaving the ground can be seen in this great video below, which stretches 30 seconds of action to over eight minutes of viewing time.
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