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The Green Hills Of Earth, Thread for The Shuttle.
February 1, 2003 | Luis Gonzalez

Posted on 02/01/2003 7:17:13 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez

The Green Hills of Earth

Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
As they rove around the girth
Of our lovely mother planet
Of the cool, green hills of Earth.

We rot in the moulds of Venus,
We retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles,
Crawling with unclean death.

[ --- the harsh bright soil of Luna ---
--- Saturn's rainbow rings ---
--- the frozen night of Titan --- ]

We've tried each spinning space mote
And reckoned its true worth:
Take us back again to the homes of men
On the cool, green hills of Earth.

The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade.
ALL HANDS! STAND BY! FREE FALLING!
And the lights below us fade.

Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far drives the thundering jet,
Up leaps a race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet ---

We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on the friendly skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.

Robert A. Heinlein



TOPICS: Culture/Society; Front Page News; News/Current Events
KEYWORDS: columbiatragedy; feb12003; nasa; shuttleexplosion; spaceshuttle
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We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on the friendly skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.

1 posted on 02/01/2003 7:17:13 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez
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To: snopercod
You introduced me to this poem.
2 posted on 02/01/2003 7:20:30 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
That's beautiful, Luis. God is welcoming them home. What a terrible loss.
3 posted on 02/01/2003 7:22:13 AM PST by Bahbah
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thank you Luis

God Bless

4 posted on 02/01/2003 7:25:12 AM PST by Fiddlstix (Tag Line Service Center: Get your Tag Lines Here! Wholesale! (Cheaper by the Dozen!) Inquire Within)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thank you both.

prisoner6

5 posted on 02/01/2003 7:25:32 AM PST by prisoner6 ( I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered! I am a FREE MAN!)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Here's a toast to seven more heroes, who died pushing back the boundaries of our Final Frontier. . . .

Excuse me, I have to go off and cry now. . .
6 posted on 02/01/2003 7:28:38 AM PST by Salgak (don't mind me: the orbital mind control lasers are making me write this. . .)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
When I was in high school, I read "Green Hills," and thought about doing it in a poetry-reading contest in a local speech festival. However, I needed 5 minutes of total material, so I wrote Heinlein, asking if he had written any other space poetry. He replied promptly, on a postcard, saying no. That card is still a prized possession, and the quotation now is very fitting. Thanks.
7 posted on 02/01/2003 7:32:56 AM PST by BohDaThone
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To: BohDaThone

"Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in thee my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of thy wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by." Psalms, 57:1


8 posted on 02/01/2003 7:34:55 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
I had forgotten. I'm just in denial right now, trying to ignore what has happened as if that will make it go away. I unplugged my telephone.

My heart especially goes out to Ray Knispel, the OTC who launched the Columbia (his first launch, I believe.) He and the other members of the launch team will have to carry this with them forever, and wonder if there was anything that they did wrong.

My heart also goes out to the tile techs and mechanical techs at KSC who will be wondering the same.

There is a lot of crying going on down there right now.

I knew this Forward Tech who was a member of the select "closeout crew". He quit one day and I asked him why. He told me "If I stayed, I know that one day I would load the astronauts into the crew module, and they wouldn't come back. I couldn't live with that."

9 posted on 02/01/2003 7:35:14 AM PST by snopercod
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To: Luis Gonzalez
There was a thread a few days ago about the first shuttle explosion. I meant to respond and say, "shut up!". I remember very well that day and it was not 17 years ago. Impossible, it was just a little bit ago. No way was it 17 years.

It got me to thinking. In general I don't think we pay all that much attention to the shuttle anymore.

Also, there's been no mishap for 17 years, which is good.

But it also got me thinking how in 17 years we are using the same technology. There's been no progress in space exploration or exploitation.

And just now I awake and see the sign of something very bad -- all channels have the same thing.

"Space shuttle loses communication" -- what are they talking about? What's this "loses communication while landing"? Where is it? But I figure it out. It burned up like a meteor. A long trail of smoke is all that's left. It's on all TV channels and it is gripping.

It's a sad day.

10 posted on 02/01/2003 7:36:08 AM PST by tallhappy
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To: Salgak
"Here's a toast to seven more heroes..."

L'Chaim!

11 posted on 02/01/2003 7:36:18 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: snopercod
"There is a lot of crying going on down there right now."

There's a lot of that going on right here right now.

Hard to type.

12 posted on 02/01/2003 7:37:36 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
As we pray, let us also remember the crew that is on board the ISS at this time.
13 posted on 02/01/2003 7:37:52 AM PST by mfulstone
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Nice touch.

One of my favorite Heinlein stories.

14 posted on 02/01/2003 7:38:41 AM PST by The Iguana
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To: Luis Gonzalez

HIGH FLIGHT

by

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bounds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds - and done a thousand things

You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence.  Hovering there,

I've chased the shouting wind along , and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious, burning blue

I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark or even eagle flew.

And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand and touched the face of God.



15 posted on 02/01/2003 7:38:44 AM PST by dts32041
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Astronauts.

This word says so much and embodies the very best aspects of Mankind.

Adventurers
Pioneers
Explorers
Heros

They embody the American Spirit. May God bless them and thier families and friends in this difficult time. And God Bless America.

From time immemorial, man has gazed upon, longed for, and sought the stars. These brave souls, though they have fallen succeeded in thier quest. Never forget that they strived for and achieved thier dream, finding the stars in thier long, bright, quiet beauty and dwelt among them for a time before thier fall.

16 posted on 02/01/2003 7:39:57 AM PST by Stopislamnow
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Like the poem "Flanders Fields"...

Thank you for posting this.

17 posted on 02/01/2003 7:40:55 AM PST by IncPen
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To: Luis Gonzalez
May God hold the crew in the palm of his hand and may He comfort those left behind. This makes me weep Luis.
18 posted on 02/01/2003 7:43:33 AM PST by McGavin999
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To: dts32041
"I'm not going to die ... I'm going Home like a shooting star!"
(Sojourner Truth)
19 posted on 02/01/2003 7:44:27 AM PST by Tax-chick (Christ has overcome the world!)
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To: Stopislamnow; dts32041
Where Never Lark or Even Eagle Flew

I grew up standing in the shadow of the future. Shadows cast by the rocket men and their dream machines; the long, sleek cylinders that would roar their war-cry and spit dragon-fire as they lifted into the sky, parting the very heavens on their way to immortality. Their names were the things legends are made of: Glenn, Grissom, Schirra, Armstrong................ so many more. The rocket men crowded my fantasies that summer as I sat on the warm sands, looking north along the shoreline to the launch pads etched on the horizon. I dreamt of lifting into the sky with them, of breaking free from my earthly confinement and touching the firmaments, of reaching the moon and the stars beyond it.

I came to Merritt Island in 1968, as the nation exploded with violence. There was war abroad and war at home. The explosion was everywhere that year and everything was about change. On TV, the images showed a nation awash with anger and strife, a people at odds with themselves. You could hear it coming from the radio of every Mustang convertible cruising the beach that summer, (……every place she goes is right, flies far, flies near, to the stars away from here) and from every open window. A magic carpet ride beyond comparison for the young refugee boy that was me then; a magical mystery tour of almost epic proportions, my rocket summer of so long ago.

I struggled with everything new, trying desperately to catch up and keep up simultaneously. Things moved so fast in the brave new world I found myself in, a crazy blend of a place left behind forever, and a town where everything seemed possible. Every day was an adventure, every day offered a new challenge and discoveries both thrilling and frightening.

And every day I thought about the rocket men.

Their presence was felt everywhere. Their legendary exploits spoken of in matter-of-fact tones by most everyone, you couldn't go anywhere without seeing their faces on a wall, or hearing their names. As a small family of immigrants observed the time-honored tradition of gathering in front of the TV every night after dinner, the rocket men and the next launch were the dominating topics of the conversation.

Now, years later, I was returning to the little town nestled between the rivers. The black ribbon highway stretched before me endlessly as the years fell behind. Old and familiar sights greeted me as I traveled in time to a better place; a place as alive in my heart this day as those days so long ago of my rocket summer; and slowly, the weight began to fall of my shoulders as I remembered……

The summer sun felt warm and wonderful on my face, and the ocean sent wave after wave to caress the shore. We waited, thousands looking to where the dream machine stood poised to conquer the sky. A perfect bullet borne of fantasy and American might, it was the answer to the questions the whole world asked that turbulent summer of 1968. America looked to the future even in times of uncertainty. The beach was the gathering place for the rocket faithful and the tourists then and we joined thousands, just days after my arrival, and looked to the launch pad and the rocket silhouetted against the horizon, awaiting the unfamiliar monotone coming from every radio around us. I counted down the final few seconds along with everyone else. "...five...four...three...two...one...zero." Then everything stopped, nothing moved anywhere; it was as if the earth held its breath. And as the dream machine cleared its earthly confinement the crowd roared with one voice.

There was a subtle change in the pavement that told me I was coming to the exit off the Interstate nearest my hotel, but I decided to drive by it and take the next one. I was going east, to the ocean, the Port and my yesterdays. Everything had changed in the ten years since I had been there, all my old landmarks were gone or hidden behind dozens of new buildings. I had a difficult time making my way to the right spot on the beach, but I got there. I parked the rented Mustang and made my way around the high-rise that was once the best place to park with your sweetheart, to the waters' edge. The moon cast a silver glow on the ocean lighting the night as I stood shivering on the sand, my thoughts wondering once again.

It was bitter cold that December in 1968, at least to me anyway. I was standing on the beach in the coldest winter in my life; I had never felt so cold back in Cuba. There were tens of thousands standing around me, everyone looking north to the pad and to the Apollo rocket.

The dragon-fire exploded under the beast as it roared into life, the sound arriving in waves that penetrated my body to the bone. Then it began to rise, breaking free from the constraints of the launch pad. After what seemed an eternity, the voice on the radio said "We have a liftoff", and all hell broke loose. There was shouting and cheering, and people jumping and hugging one another as we watched the rocket men leave on their way to the Moon. I stood with my eyes fixed on the dream machine carrying the bold adventurers until it disappeared from sight, wishing I were traveling with them.

A light shone on my face interrupting my daydreaming, building security informed me that I was standing on private property and I had to leave. It was late and I needed to find my hotel, so I apologized and made my way back to the car. I had to be up early the next morning and needed some rest, but a thought crossed my mind and I turned back to the middle aged uniformed rent-a-cop. My question took him by surprise.

"Were you here then?"
"What was that Mister?"
"Were you here back in the day?"
"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about. You need to move on."
I pointed north, to the spot in the dark where I knew the launch pad had once stood and asked the question again.
"Were you here then?"
Slowly, his face changed. All the suspicious concern over the stranger asking the nonsensical question faded and a hint of a smile began to surface.
This time he asked the question.
"Were you here then?"

We spoke for a while; he had lived on the Island his entire life. He filled me in on the details of the going-ons in the ten years since my departure. The slow erosion of interest in the launches, the lay-offs and the shutdowns, we talked about the beach and the surfers, he had been one back then, and how they had both changed. He was upset by buildings like this, restricting beach access ""But I have to make a living" he said "so I work here and surf when I can." He said that only the hardcore faithful bothered to come to the beach to watch the launches anymore, but tomorrow's launch was big news, and every hotel room was sold out along the Space Coast.

"It's gonna be like old times ""he said.

The thought of my hotel room being sold to someone else brought the conversation to an abrupt end. We shook hands and said good-bye like old friends.

The room was..........well, it was a Holiday Inn. I sat on the bed watching the news for a while, unable to sleep. I came to the realization that there was going to be no sleeping this particular evening, I had of late learned well the signals of a sleepless night, so I dressed and headed out the door.

I drove to the old house where I had sat and watched Armstrong walk on the moon, the house that had been our first home in the US looked small and plain now. I imagined looking in the window and seeing all of us sitting there, in front of the hand-me-down black and white TV set, watching Neil write history with one small step. I drove by the old shops and the schools, by old friends and lover's houses. I drove looking for that which was lost to me.

The rising sun found me at the beach, and with the first signs of light the faithful began to arrive, the ones that will always be there came to find their perfect spot on the sands, wearing their mission patches like medals, with pride in the history they had helped write. I spoke quietly to the man setting up next to me, and he offered me a cup of hot coffee. He had once been a flight engineer and remembered well the rocket men. We watched the trickle of tourists turn into a flood and I realized I looked like them. Everyone had the same comment to make; no one wanted another day's delay.

The silhouette of the space ship dominated the horizon, and it was bitter cold, like that day in 1968 when I watched the rocket men leave for the Moon. Some of the old feelings came back as the familiarity of the scene washed over me. I was home.

Every radio around me crackled with the familiar monotonous cadence..............."Ten.... nine.... eight.... seven...six...(someone standing next to me asked if I knew the names of the crew members, I could only recall the teacher's name ""It''s McAuliffe, the first name is Christa" I replied as the voice on the radio droned on)……five...four.... three.... two.... one.... zero." Then everything stopped, nothing moved anywhere; it was as if the earth held its breath.

For seventy-three glorious seconds, that cold January morning in 1986 was my rocket summer again. And then I watched it die forever.

The silence was deafening as we struggled to understand what we were seeing. Then the man that had given me the coffee sobbed, and someone in front of him fell to his knees in prayer. People hugged one another and cried soundlessly as we all watched the trails of smoke fall into the ocean.

The crowd left slowly and quietly. What little talk there was, conducted in hushed whispers. I sat there until I was practically alone. Then the tears came in a flood, and I prayed.

I prayed for the seven souls that manned the Challenger, I prayed for their families. I prayed for the technicians and the ground crews then and now whose hard work and dreams had exploded in mid-flight. I said goodbye to my yesterdays, faced my today and prayed for a better tomorrow.

I walked back to my car, hunched against a cold that came from within and turned to face the shore one last time. Standing there on my beach, I saw, in my mind's eye, that wide-eyed young boy I had come looking for, laughing the laughter of untarnished youth, waving goodbye to the rocket men, and to me.

The Challenger crew reached the heavens that morning, never to return and walk among mere humans. They are still up there today. Up there standing in the shadow of His wing; alive in the hearts of all men, women and children who dream of the stars.

Up there "where never lark or even eagle flew".

Luis Gonzalez, written for the fifteenth anniversary of the Challenger explosion.


20 posted on 02/01/2003 7:46:27 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thank you, Luis.

May God grant them His loving Grace, and may He provide his Comfort to us all....

21 posted on 02/01/2003 7:47:55 AM PST by Jonah Hex
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To: Luis Gonzalez

Eternal Father, Strong To Save,
Whose Arm Hath Bound The Restless Wave.
Who Bidd’st The Mighty Ocean Deep
It’s Own Appointed Limits Keep.
O Hear Us When We Cry To Thee
For Those In Peril On The Sea!


Lord Guard And Guide The Men Who Fly
Through The Great Spaces In The Sky.
Be With Them Always In The Air,
In Darkening Storms Or Sunlight Fair.
Oh, Hear Us When We Lift Our Prayer
For Those In Peril In The Air!

22 posted on 02/01/2003 7:50:58 AM PST by Theophilus
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To: Theophilus
Beautiful!

Thank you.
23 posted on 02/01/2003 7:52:04 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: Salgak
I can certainly understand why.....this is a terrible incident. I hope its aftermath won't damage U.S./Israeli relations, & may actually make our friendship as sovereign nations even stronger than it was before (take THAT, you Progressive Leftists!). Makes me wonder if the Palestinians/Islamicists are now partying & dancing in the streets like they did when they 1st heard about the destruction of the WTC buikdings, considering the fact that an Israeli was on board the space shuttle Columbia.
24 posted on 02/01/2003 7:52:20 AM PST by libertyman
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We're at war…All the papers say
We will win…I read today
We are strong…It wasn't us
We are right…Who started this
Leave your work…I just left school
Leave your home…I am no fool
Take up arms…It left me strong
Sound alarms…The school bell rings

Sons of men who stand like gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die
This time will be forever

Join up here…I wave good-bye
We need you…Oh my breast sighs
Have no fear…Now I must try
God will be…With braver men
Take the vow…I know it's right
Praise the flag…The good fight
We're at war…I'm on my way
We will win…Why do I pray

Sons of men who stand like gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die
This time will be forever

I wait here in this hole
Playing poker with my soul
I hold the rifle close to me
It lights the way to keep me free
If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
If I die and still come home
Lay me where the rose is sown

Sons of men who stand like gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die
This time will be forever
25 posted on 02/01/2003 7:52:45 AM PST by KneelBeforeZod (Deus Lo Volt!)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Follow the link below and LISTEN to "A Fire In The Sky." Warning, you'll weep.



Prometheus, they say, brought God's fire down to man.
And we've caught it, tamed it, trained it since our history began.
Now we're going back to heaven just to look him in the eye,
and there's a thunder 'cross the land, and a fire in the sky.

Gagarin was the first, back in nineteen sixty-one,
When like Icarus, undaunted, he climbed to reach the sun.
And he knew he might not make it, for it's never hard to die.
But he lifted off the pad and rode a fire in the sky.

Yet a higher goal was calling, and we vowed we'd reach it soon.
And we gave ourselves a decade to put fire on the moon.
And Apollo told the world, we can do it if we try:
And there was one small step, and a fire in the sky.

Bridge:
I dreamed last night of a little boy's first spaceflight,
Turned into me, watching a black and white TV.
There was a fire in the sky, I'll remember until I die.
A fire in the sky...a fire in the sky!

Then two decades from Gagarin, twenty years to the day.
Came a shuttle named Columbia, to open up the way.
And they said she's just a truck, but she's a truck that's aiming high.
See her big jets burning, see her fire in the sky.

Yet the Gods do not give lightly of the powers they have made.
And with Challenger and seven, once again the price is paid.
Though a nation watched her falling, yet a world could only cry.
As they passed from us to glory, riding fire in the sky.

Now, the rest is up to us, and there's a future to be won.
We must turn our faces outward, we will do what must be done.
For no cradle lasts forever, every bird must learn to fly ---
And we're going to the stars, see our fire in the sky.

Yes, we're going to the stars, see our fire in the sky!
There's a fire in the sky, I'll remember until I die.
A fire in the sky, a fire in the sky!

Label: Prometheus Music
Credits: Song by Jordin Kare (bridge by Kristoph Klover.) Lead Vocals & Keyboard: Kristoph Klover. Bass: John Land. Drums: Curt Moore. Electric Guitar: Mark Ungar. Violin: Shira Kammen


http://artists.mp3s.com/artist_song/2475/2475506.html


26 posted on 02/01/2003 7:52:51 AM PST by ChemistCat (We should have had newer, safer, better, more efficient ships by now, damn it.)
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To: KneelBeforeZod
Thank you!

Who is the author?
27 posted on 02/01/2003 7:54:16 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: ChemistCat
"Warning, you'll weep."

I'm already weeping.

28 posted on 02/01/2003 7:55:23 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: ChemistCat
By the way, if anyone knows of a link to the musically simpler version played at the Challenge Memorial, I'd very much appreciate a link.
29 posted on 02/01/2003 7:55:34 AM PST by ChemistCat (We should have had newer, safer, better, more efficient ships by now, damn it.)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
I knew it wasn't going to get to me until I saw their faces. I remember the Challenger and it deeply scarred my little 11-year old psyche at the time. I still hold my breath everytime a space shuttle launches until you hear them say "go throttle up" and nothing happens. I am heartbroken this morning for these families and my deepest sympathies to Israel. We will have a partner country in mourning this time.
30 posted on 02/01/2003 7:58:54 AM PST by lawgirl (FREEP Congress--we need Bush's judicial nominees approved!)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thank you, Luis.
31 posted on 02/01/2003 7:59:58 AM PST by SCalGal (Tag line sale: 10% off)
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To: lawgirl
The whole world mourned with us last time.

This time, the media is going to make sure we know we have fewer friends and more enemies who gloat.
32 posted on 02/01/2003 8:00:59 AM PST by ChemistCat (We should have had newer, safer, better, more efficient ships by now, damn it.)
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To: JohnHuang2; knighthawk; Pokey78; Sparta; dansangel
This thread deserves a ping from big ping list holders, ever though it is a little out of standard ping list usage charter.
33 posted on 02/01/2003 8:04:45 AM PST by FreedomPoster (This space intentionally blank)
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To: FreedomPoster
Ping coming up, friend...
34 posted on 02/01/2003 8:05:19 AM PST by JohnHuang2
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To: Luis Gonzalez; xm177e2; mercy; Wait4Truth; hole_n_one; GretchenEE; Clinton's a rapist; buffyt; ...
Thank you for posting, Luis...
35 posted on 02/01/2003 8:06:56 AM PST by JohnHuang2
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To: Luis Gonzalez
BUMP
36 posted on 02/01/2003 8:07:40 AM PST by RippleFire (Hold mein bier!)
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To: JohnHuang2
Sad day my friend...sad day.
37 posted on 02/01/2003 8:08:13 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Not a dry eye here...it feels like 9/11, all over again.
38 posted on 02/01/2003 8:10:38 AM PST by JohnHuang2
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Hope they're okay.
39 posted on 02/01/2003 8:13:05 AM PST by weikel (Your commie has no regard for human life not even his own)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thank you Luis.
40 posted on 02/01/2003 8:13:43 AM PST by Aeronaut (Your message imprinted here)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thanks for this thread, Luis.

I'm struck, in this tragedy, that the Shuttle Columbia was carrying the first Israeli astronaut, a hero of the 1981 bombing of the Osirak nuclear reactor in Iraq, and the debris came down over Palestine, Texas. All on the eve of another war in the Mideast, which will involve the U.S., Israel, Iraq, and Palestine.

No human design could lay beneath this. There is much to mourn and ponder this morning.



41 posted on 02/01/2003 8:14:23 AM PST by Sabertooth
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To: weikel
They are resting comfortably, craddled in the vastness of His hands.
42 posted on 02/01/2003 8:14:43 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: JohnHuang2; Luis Gonzalez
Thank you both for bringing a touch of beauty to this terrible day.

God is holding them in his hand.
43 posted on 02/01/2003 8:16:10 AM PST by EllaMinnow
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To: Sabertooth
It wasn't terrorism or sabotage NASA security is pretty damn tight. No this was an equipment failure.
44 posted on 02/01/2003 8:16:40 AM PST by weikel (Your commie has no regard for human life not even his own)
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To: Sabertooth
"There is much to mourn and ponder this morning."

Indeed there is.

45 posted on 02/01/2003 8:19:27 AM PST by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
A most appropriate post! Heinlein himself would say that we shouldn't let this stop us, but should instead expand and concentrate our efforts on more efficient spaceflight.
And, as an aside, I'm so glad that we have George W. Bush as our leader right now- a man more likely to say "We must not quit, but instead accelerate our efforts, to honor their memory", than "this isn't safe, and it's too expensive, and I"m shutting it down".
46 posted on 02/01/2003 8:20:29 AM PST by TexasBarak
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To: weikel
It wasn't terrorism or sabotage NASA security is pretty damn tight. No this was an equipment failure.

I agree. I don't believe this disaster is the result of any human plan. At times like this, we plumb the deeper meanings, beyond the material realm.




47 posted on 02/01/2003 8:23:11 AM PST by Sabertooth
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To: Sabertooth
So you take this as a sign from God( or the Gods or whatever you believe in)... yeah its kinda ominous. What do you think its a sign of?
48 posted on 02/01/2003 8:25:49 AM PST by weikel (Your commie has no regard for human life not even his own)
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To: Luis Gonzalez
Thanks Luis, 'nuf said.

Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)

LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)

49 posted on 02/01/2003 8:27:31 AM PST by LonePalm (The Son of a Son of a Sailor.)
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Here's the thread from the other day, Where were you when the Challenger exploded?

17 long years.

Still -- it seems like seconds, like yesterday.

_sigh_

50 posted on 02/01/2003 8:28:06 AM PST by tallhappy
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