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[johno]

Challenger: Jan. 28, 1986

I was posted to NORAD that fateful day, when the light boards lit up, without the exercise tag.

I wasn't scared, somehow I knew it was a major problem with the Shuttle. I ran to the nearest office I knew had a TV to find everybody in shock as the news channel ran and re-ran and re-ran the tape of the shuttle exploding.

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[brunnhilde.livejournal.com]

I had worked the graveyard shift and was crashed at my parents' house. Mom came in and woke me up after I'd been asleep for only a couple of hours, saying that she had considered just letting me sleep and clueing me in after I woke up, but decided that I'd probably want to know about it right away.

She WAS getting to know me.

I cried, but not just (or even mostly, harsh as that may sound) for those whose lives were shattered, the astronauts and their families. They knew the risks, and were adults who could and did accept them. No, I was afraid that politics would get in the way of the space program because someone had died. It wasn't the '60s anymore, may Grissom, Chaffee, and White rest in peace. They had died 19 years almost to the day earlier. That didn't stop Apollo...

[gridlore.livejournal.com]

I was stationed at Ft. Benning, Ga, and had a training holiday. I rounded up some neo-space geeks and headed down to the Cape. All I remember is saying "that's not right.." Evidently I had to be lead off the beach.

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