I wasn’t alive for the Challenger.
I’ve heard for years how stunned people were when it happened, how they felt, how it was a national tragedy. I’ve read the speeches given by the President. I’ve read and watched and studied about both the Apollo1 fire on the launchpad and the Apollo 13 situation. I’ve heard and read and watched and thought, and I never could quite tunderstand. I never quite understood how those millions of people watching the liftoff all across the country felt.
Now, this morning, I do.
When I woke up this morning, I visited the UnaBoard, and at the top, where board announcements are listed, it says “Shuttle Columbia destroyed.” I clicked on the link, read through the thread, and quickly turned on CNN. I saw the fireball. And I understood.
But that’s not what this thread is about.
I will probably cover what some previous posters have already.
The space program is a national entity. Everyone who pays taxes has a financial interest in the program, but it goes deeper than that.
The waning interest in the space program, coupled with this disaster and an impending war could mean the extreme cutback or even loss of the national space program, but it goes deeper than that.
This is the first time the United States has lost a shuttle on landing, only the second time the United States has lost astronauts in flight, and only the third time our astronauts have ever died in a spacecraft. This is not a common occurence, certainly not as common as car accidents, or even plane crashes, but it goes deeper than that.
The seven people aboard the shuttle died. These people were sons and daughters, husbands and wives, fathers and mothers. Commander Rick Husband, 45, who has sung in church choirs for years. Pilot William McCool, 41, father of three, who was on his first space flight. Payload commander Michael Anderson, 43, the son of an Air Force man, lived out his childhood dream of being an astronaut. Mission specialist Kalpana Chawla, 41, an Indian immigrant who was on her second space flight. Mission specialist David M. Brown, 46, who was on his first space flight, and who carried a Yorktown H.S. (Arlington, VA) flag that had previously been carried up Mount Everest. Mission specialist Laurel Clark, 41, mother of an 8-year-old-son who sometimes worried about her being an astronaut. Payload specialist Ilan Ramon, 48, father of four, the first Israeli astronaut, whose mother and grandmother survived Auschwitz, who served as a fighter pilot through the 1970’s, 80’s, and 90’s. Yet it goes deeper, still deeper than that.
The space program, since the 1960’s, has been one activity that has not only brought the country together, but has shown the tremendous ability of mankind to dream, and then to achieve those dreams. To overcome setbacks and mishaps and tragedies. To plan and build and achieve. This, to me, at least, is why this is different. Why this is important. Why this is news.