The teacher wheeled a big old B&W TV into my 3rd grade classroom so we could see the reentry and splashdown of Apollo 13.
Damn, the cheering when we saw the parachutes.
I know the stakes and risks a lot more now. Nerve wracking.
The teacher wheeled a big old B&W TV into my 3rd grade classroom so we could see the reentry and splashdown of Apollo 13.
Damn, the cheering when we saw the parachutes.
I know the stakes and risks a lot more now. Nerve wracking.
Cameras and chase plans more advanced now then in the early 70s.
So we get to see the capsule free-falling, waiting for the parachutes to deploy.
That was nerve-wracking.
We watched the Apollo 11 moon landing sitting on the lawn outside of a guest lodge looking at a TV sitting in a window facing out at sleep-away camp.
I was a preteen at the time, very much into the space program since Mercury. I would bring a small(ish) transistor radio to grade school with an earphone that I would snake up my sleeve so I could surreptitiously listen to the launches. No way my teachers didn't know; fortunately they were happy to pretend they didn't.
Nerves wracking, especially since in the prior uncrewed test the heat shield failed with holes burnt in the shield material and the metal bolts melted.