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Spacer Days of Remembrance #2 On this day eighteen years ago, seven astronauts on the Space Shuttle Challenger died when their ship broke up during boost.
Dick Scobee
Ellison Onizuka
Mike Smith
Greg Jarvis
Christa McAuliffe
Ron McNair
Judy Resnick
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Judith Resnick after working out had the same heartbeat as before working out.
She was a scary (in a good way) woman.
Judy was one year ahead of me at CMU in the EE Department and we had the same advisor. Of all the accidents, Challenger hit me the hardest because I had many personal connections with people involved in the flight.
I’ve even heard the first sounds from the family in the stands when the realization hit them. One of our chapter members was there. That is a tape that, if it still exists, will not be played again for 50 years.
Challenger was like a death in the immediate family for me.
The Green Hills of Earth
Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
As they rove around the girth
Of our lovely mother planet
Of the cool, green hills of Earth.
We’ve tried each spinning space mote
And reckoned its true worth:
Take us back again to the homes of men
On the cool, green hills of Earth.
The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade.
ALL HANDS! STAND BY! FREE FALLING!
And the lights below us fade.
Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far drives the thundering jet,
Up leaps a race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet —
We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.
-Robert A. Heinlein