That’s a mind-blowing observation.
The tale of his pilotage of the command module to a precision re-dock with the lunar module to allow the three of them to return home is Marvel comic stuff in real life.
Hero.
Michael Collins
Scorpio
Spaceman
Big baws
Only human not in this photo
That’s a mind-blowing observation.
The tale of his pilotage of the command module to a precision re-dock with the lunar module to allow the three of them to return home is Marvel comic stuff in real life.
Hero.
Yeah, total head f*ck that photo.
Don’t think my pea brain could’ve coped with the enormity of it all. I would’ve been a sh1t astronaut
Aye aye, yanks ken
Moon ken
Very good obit here: https://amp.theguardian.com/science/...ronaut-dies-90
The bit about ‘forgotten members’ of the crews doesn’t register with me. Half a century on, Armstong, Aldrin and Collins, Conrad, Gordon and Bean, Bormann, Lovell and Anders, Lovell, Haise and Schweickert trip off the tongue like Munro, McMillan and Petersen, Murray, Young and Buchan or Baker, Bruce and Clapton.
I finished the Yuri Gagarin book Beyond (Stephen Walker) at the weekend, and am tempted to re-read it almost immediately.
Heroes.
Imagine going all that way and not getting to land on the moon.
I went all the way to Starks Park for a game in the 90s, only for it to be called off before kick off. Similar vibe to what Michael Collins must’ve felt
I has a mate I met up with in Ma Camerons on the evening of May 12th 1983
He said it helped.
I did the same that day, and drove across to Dunfermline where they were at home. Just as I got out of the car Richard Gordon announced that had been called off. I ended up watching Dundee v St Johnstone, 0-1, Billy Dodds if memory serves. Like aiming at the moon and crash-landing on St Kilda.