posted on Sep, 5 2011 @ 10:00 PM
I have the advantage of having lived through the moon missions and some of my peers, as a child, had parents and family friends working on Apollo, my
own Dad a major player in a minor role.
To the generation after my own, the man on the moon missions "just happened" as if out of the blue—just something the news media reported. Ah!
But many lives were involved of real people, not actors.
For my generation… we were connected to the whole process of it. We were aware of the steps and stages, the failures and the successes progressing
toward the goal-- and not just from the news, but from the dinner table, hearing about Dad's business trip to "Houston." There were stories of his
co-workers as well. His co-workers would sit on our porch and I would listen to them chat. All a performance for an elementary school kid that few
would suspect would know as many technical details as I did?
Representing a major contractor, one day, one of my Dad’s associates at NASA brought a stack of film canisters to a meeting. Afterward, he handed
them to my father telling him that they were films used internally but he might find them interesting. It changed my life, and I was just a kid.
From that point, my Dad always returned from his NASA trips with a new stack of films for us to watch together. He brought notebooks of data for me
to pore over. I soaked up everything my Dad told me about his work and everything I was given to read. On vacation, my Dad took me through Mission
Control in Clear Lake several times, and on one occasion, to Huntsville, and to the Cape.
I was about to post a picture I took of Apollo 12 and 13, both inside the Vertical Assembly Building (where I got to inside and toured—you may bow,
reverently ;-) ) but realized I would lose copyright by posting here.
Here is a lesser one I'll share:
So, I’ll stop there and ask:
I knew some of the computer technicians who worked on the project. So who were the programmers who fed false data to those technicians so as
to fool them as they monitored the systems? Because the men I knew have no doubt that the landings were real. I could be wrong, but I do not
believe an IBM 360 was capable of being “hacked” in 1969— and they weren’t easy machines to hide!
The "proof" that so many look for needed no proof to those who were connected to the program in time, and in our relations. These were people who
came out of the aerospace industry—known for their expertise—not actors and not stupid.
Twenty years later, chatting with a stranger on a plane who recognizes my last name and asks "Is your father, so-and-so?"
"Yes. You knew him?"
"Yeah. I was on the NASA systems during the moon landings..." and the stories fly-- some of which I had already heard from my Dad. That stuff
doesn't come out of a hoax. They make up stories to remember to share with a chance encounter with a child of a co-worker twenty years later? Just
in case they ever bump into him?
Life does not work that way. It seems to me that hoaxes of the scale being imagined by some can only be believed by persons without sufficient life
experience upon which to test what is real and amazing from what is hoax.
As a child of nine, I fly to Huntsville with my Dad just after Apollo 11 returned. I am one of three kids in an auditorium full of adult
professionals—VIPs, all connected to manned moon missions. The lecturer is Wernher von Braun. He is done with the Saturn project—he designs and
fixes designs—but since it worked, he was moving on. His lecture was about what was next. He shows slides of a reusable winged vehicle that would
become the Shuttle.
Now if the project was a hoax, what are the odds that these professionals (my Dad, friends of his-- people I knew) would bother? My Dad and his
buddy, a very famous man, were so proud of their work, they brought their kids. Lucky me! Or would you have me believe my Dad just pretended to be
proud—a man whose IQ blew through the top and whose good character was (and is) legendary?
What are the odds that von Braun would behave as if done, and ready to move to the next project?
Unless you intend to tell me that I am in a scenario like the Truman Show and everyone in my life was, and remains, merely an actor
perpetuating a hoax, then reality is as I know it to be—and, therefore, we went to the moon.