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chilling them down. Von Braun, his
eyes glued to the monitor screens, his
ears catching every word spoken in
the intercom system, saw the temper-
atures dropping.
THE AUTOMATIC SEQUENCE BEGAN.
(“No one presses a button to send
her off,” Petrone had explained.) The
louvred shades rotated slightly. As the
last minutes of the countdown slipped
by, there was complete silence in the
firing room. Von Braun swung round
in his chair and looked out the win-
dow. The ‘bird’ was steaming. Wisps of
vented oxygen trailed from the neck of
the vehicle. More than 550 kilograms
of frost blanketed the great rocket.
Then the voice of the communica-
tor took up the final count. “10 ... 9 ...”
Silently, von Braun began to pray:
“Our Father which art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name ...”
The voice continued: “Ignition
sequence starts ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ...” Every-
one in the room held their breath.
Smoke billowed out from under
Apollo. Angry orange and red flames
slammed out of the five great engines
- and slowly, very slowly, the huge
moon rocket began to rise. Five cen-
timetres, Petrone knew, a mere five
centimetres – then the service arms
swing back on automatic command.
Majestically, on a great golden pillar
of fire, Apollo rose, seemed to pause,
and moved slightly to the right as
it was pre-planned to do, avoiding
any possible collision with the tow-
er. Spitting f lame from its engines,
it roared up and above the Launch
Control Center.
Three seconds later the blast hit
the command post, causing the
windows to vibrate like leaves in the
wind. Higher and higher the rocket
ship rose. ThenApollowas gone. In
this irretrievable moment in history,
the first men were on their way to
the moon.
The historic launch ofApol lo 11
carried three men towards the moon
THIS STORY WAS FIRST PUBLISHED IN READER’S DIGEST IN OCTOBER, 1969.