The rocket fueling continues, the radio informs us. These are the wee hours of the day J the country has waited for since 1961. Our car radio tells us the countdown is proceeding on schedule. Strong xenon beams converge on Pad 39A, highlighting the mighty Saturn 5 rocket as it is being fueled. Its preternatural glow suffuses the sky ahead but, strangely, leaves the land where we are in natural darkness.Īfter the first checkpoint, miles back, where guards inspected our badges and car pass, the source of the light comes into view. We are driving toward a light in the distance. It is close to midnight, and the summer air is warm and still, no heavier than usual for Florida. In memory, after all this time, Apollo resists relegation to the past tense.
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