The last step for the man on the moon
With all respect to Michael Jackson,
there’ll never be more than one real moonwalker.
RIP Neil Armstrong, the real moonwalker
Neil Armstrong was one of my few heroes – although he had been a Navy fighter pilot, a test pilot for NASA’s forerunner and an astronaut, then Neil Armstrong never allowed himself to be caught up in the celebrity and glamour of the space program – he never be someone else than Neil Armstrong – “I am, and ever will be, a white socks, pocket protector, nerdy engineer,” Neil Armstrong said as late as in february 2000 in one of his rare public appearance. “And I take a substantial amount of pride in the accomplishments of my profession.” – every single one who lived that summer day in 1969, will never forget him and I think mostly every one remembering it as was it last sunday it happens.
“It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth – I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth – I didn’t feel like a giant – I felt very, very small” (Neil Armstrong)
“I think we’re going to the moon because it’s in the nature of the human being to face challenges – it’s by the nature of his deep inner soul… we’re required to do these things just as salmon swim upstream” (Neil Armstrong)
“It’s a brilliant surface in that sunlight – the horizon seems quite close to you because the curvature is so much more pronounced than here on earth – it’s an interesting place to be, I recommend it” (Neil Armstrong)
In the summer of 1969 – “Le Drake Noir” was 9½, only a duckling, and my little brother only 2 years old at that time – a large number of hours was used that summer between the 2 brother talking about what was going on soon on the moon.
We were very committed and all opportunities for information was vacuumed into the head of the 2 boys – danish and german newspapers were read so the ink faded – the bigger boy read aloud to the little boy – TV with one danish channel (there were not more) and 3 german was monitored together, where the bigger boy translated for the smaller boy.
It was so exciting.
By the way, I forgot to mention – so we besides got a little sister the day before Armstrong had to land on the moon – our mother was in the hospital and our father was a happy man and asked if we wanted to go in to see our newborn sister – a totally silly question
of course we had no time to spend on that kind of things – we should see Neil Armstrong then our father must drive alone to see our newborn little sister – besides so children at that time wasn’t allow visiting hospitals except when they were sick
so we had nevertheless to stand outside and looked through the window,
looking for mum and the newborn sister inside.