We Need A Continuing Presence In Space.

I Just Wanted To Be The First One To Fly For America, Not Because I'd End Up In The Pages Of History Books.

It's A Very Sobering Feeling To Be Up In Space And Realize That One's Safety Factor Was Determined By The Lowest Bidder On A Government Contract.

I Woke Up An Hour Before I Was Supposed To, And Started Going Over The Mental Checklist: Where Do I Go From Here, What Do I Do? I Don't Remember Eating Anything At All, Just Going Through The Physical, Getting Into The Suit. We Practiced That So Much, It Was All Rote.

Unfortunately, The Suit Is So Stiff, I Can't Do This With Two Hands, But I'm Going To Try A Little Sand-trap Shot Here.

The Pilot Looked At His Cues Of Attitude And Speed And Orientation And So On And Responded As He Would From The Same Cues In An Airplane, But There Was No Way It Flew The Same. The Simulators Had Showed Us That.