Scared, worried and stress were some of the things that I felt at the time. My friends were doing all they could do to fix the problem. One was listening to whatever the engineers said while the other was trying to build a oxygen tank from spare parts we had in the shuttle. It had been roughly fifty six hours, and we had travelled two hundred thousand miles away from Earth. There is nothing or no one around us; just a empty, cold, dark void that surrounded us.We were missing potable water, we had very limited power and we were losing cabin heat rapidly.Another rocket wouldn’t have been fast enough to get to us in time before we froze or died of dehydration. Before this expedition, I thought this was going to be one of the most amazing moments …show more content…
I wanted to cry, but I had to remain calm as anxiety and rapid breathing would waste oxygen too quickly. We were freezing and there wasn't much power to keep the space shuttle alive. Because the fuel cells generated the Command/Service module’s electrical power, when the oxygen tank one ran dry, the remaining fuels cells shut down. The damage to the Service Module made safe return impossible for us; so our Lead Flight Director ordered an abort to the mission. The brilliant engineers back at NASA decided to use the moon’s gravity to “slingshot” back to Earth. Desperate and panicked, my friend sat down to try to remain calm. I never expected this moment to happen in my life. I started to sweat, worrying because if i had messed up then I would have killed my friends and myself. The trajectory had to be perfect. If we heading to much to the moon, we would have crashed. If we were too far away from the moon, we wouldn't have been caught by the moon’s gravity.I started to remember my wife and children again. Knowing that if I messed up, I would not see them again. I begin to shake, terrified of the future. I haven’t even started and I was doubting myself. I didn't think I could accomplish the task that was ahead of me. Even though I had the guidance of both, my team at the space shuttle and back on NASA. After spending several hours, I found myself concentrated on the task
The ground controllers had some major problems to solve. They had to write and test new procedures to send up to the crew for a safe arrival home. A new navigation problem had to be solved to provide the crew with a speedy return. Water was also a main concern. The crew was estimated to run out of water in about five hours. But tests on previous Apollo missions found that the ship could run without water for about seven hours. The astronauts began to conserve water by cutting the amount they drank to six ounces each day. The crew began to get dehydrated and they
When the ship finally arrived at America. I was feeling excited yet apprehensive. I felt excited to see this new world that had been all the talk on the ship. However, worry was practically eating my insides; where would we go? What would we do? Would wild animals attack us? How would we earn our living? Would there be savages waiting for us? Where were we landing? Would we be sent back? What would the people be like? Would I still be able to go to school? Would we have to live off the land? (If so, I could take Carlotta and Sancho with me)! I could not bear the thought of another few weeks cooped up in that ship. Of course, I was nervous, and there were butterflies in my stomach, too!
On January 28, 1986, as millions of Americans watched on live television and in person, the Challenger space shuttle exploded and broke up over the Atlantic Ocean just moments after its launch. This space mission was significant for several reason, among them was that it would be the first time where the space shuttle would carry a civilian into outer space. Also, there was a frenzy of interest for Americans as the U.S. and Russians were locked in a space race for space exploration supremacy. Instead. President Ronald Reagan was left with the unenviable duty of consoling a nation that had just witnessed the most significant disaster in American history.
At this point, there was enough oxygen in the second system to get the astronauts home safely, but Lovell, one of the astronauts, noticed that the psi (pounds per square inch) level on the pressure gauge for the second system was falling as well. It should normally register at 860, now it was only a 300, only 53 minutes after the initial explosion. At this pace, the spacecraft would expend all of its oxygen and electricity between midnight and 3 AM. This was not giving the Control Center a lot of time.
crew’s survival as well. When he had to set the ship’s course for Earth manually it took a
When the Apollo 13´s team is about two thirds of the way to the moon their oxygen tank one explodes with the second one with only little oxygen left in it. The team has to get home safely with little time and resources. The Apollo 13 team decided to still go to the moon, or at least go into the atmosphere to slingshot them back to Earth. The team safely made it back home by splashing into the Pacific next to Samoa. The Apollo 13 team trusted in each other and successfully made it back to
As discussed earlier, approximately 17 percent of Americans witnessed the explosion of the space shuttle on live broadcast and the rest soon learned about the tragic event through newspaper, radio or television. The whole country was in shock, grief and fear. That’s why Reagan chose to address to all of American people at the beginning of this speech “we share this pain with all of the people of our country” and “this is truly a national loss.”
Our trip was set for ninety two days which was very impressive for the distance we had to cross. With a nearly perfect space voyage across the empty void separating our old planet from our new one. We only had one casualty, a crew member had a heart attack mid way through the journey. The sad loss of life was a big blow to our morality but we had a job and a mission to do. After the death everything went smoothly all scientific research continued and life in zero gravity was enjoyable.Those days were sadly about to end.
A few days later Lovell and his crew take off on the Apollo 13 mission. At first all is well until the second oxygen tank explodes, causing many problems for the crew; the most potent problem being that the crew was losing oxygen fast. Luckily, due to much ingenuity by the crew and mission control, the crew is able to arrive safely to earth without the deaths of any astronauts.
It was late in the August of 1979. My hair was grown out halfway to my shoulders, a light hazel color now slightly blonde from the summer sun. I was at a beach with a few of my friends, playing frisbee and admiring the setting sun in the distance. We all had planned this trip to California for about a year now, and boy, was it worth it. My friend Erik’s brother had a house out here, so we had a place to stay. We’d spent all day at a little cove near the house, and we were lying in the sand now, waiting for the moon’s arrival.
Above 45,000 feet the atmosphere gets rugged, damaged, and begins to grow deeper and darker in color. This occurs because of the decrease in amount of nitrogen and oxygen molecules that are used to populate the air. This alone has tremendous effects on the human body, not just physically, but mentally. In the 1950’s, a major concern of those involved with space research and travel was a psychological problem, called the “Break-Off phenomenon” (Sours). It is often described as, “the notion that you would feel disconnected from the earth when you were above it, particularly when you were in orbit,” (Rivas) remembers Dr. Larry Young, and astronautics professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and a NASA 's Innovative Advanced Concepts (NIAC) program advisor. Whether it was just an individual’s psychology, the excessive isolation, the ergonomics of aerodynamics, or just the plain perspective of being up so high, those being prepped for space exploration often exhibited emotional extremes that seemed to make some not only feel separated from Earth, but also feel as if they had detached from reality.
I can see it through the open windows of the buildings, standing there, tall, shiny gray and with the American flag painted on the front. My hands are sweating and my heart is racing. I’ve never felt this way before, but I remember why I’m doing this and that after all I did to get here I can’t back down now. I step out of the room in the hall. I can hear the reporters and the people outside. They scream my name and the camera’s flash. I push open the door and I’m confronted with not only the hundreds of people but with my destiny. The closer I get to it, the more it seems to grow, like a weed in my mother’s garden. By the time I get to the loading ramp and stare up at it, I can no longer tell where the spaceship ends and the sky begins. The beams of sun reflect off it and blind you. I have to squint just to see my family--and my future
Today, me and my crew began our long journey to mars on mission Ares 7. After a year and a half of astronaut training, and countless different classes, the time where we lift off and start this exciting new chapter in our lives has finally come. Being able to be a part of such a momentous and historic mission is the biggest privilege of my life time, and I can’t find words to describe how deeply honored I feel. The few minutes between the starting countdown and the spaceship leaving the earth’s atmosphere will forever be one of the tensest, most nerve-wracking, and most cherished memories of my life.
I, impey barbicane have done something no man has ever dreamed of doing, planning and executing a 3.5 day long journey to the white and gray, dusty, rocky surface of Earth’s one and only satellite, the Moon. Yet here I am, with my Philadelphian armor making rival, Captain Nicholl and French poet, Michel Ardan. The ride is not a fun one; rather the opposite. In fact, my arms and legs are so tired, I just wish I could be a mere infant once again, holding on to my mum and not having to do anything at all.
I started to forget my sense of reality and even myself, so I can just let go of my fear which is the scary part of the lost journey. Wondered why I was given this mission, it wasn’t risky it was torture with miracles, light years across of knowledge I past, with no found of life yet I just wanted my fulfilled life back.