Neil Armstrong died yesterday.
I mention this in a TGirl blog because for me
this man was an icon. I grew up during the Space Race, one aspect of the Cold War which was
the dominant international situation during my youth. Yet, in that antagonism
and tension, with a fear of human annihilation, mankind also achieved some
truly extraordinary feats. I am hard pressed to think back through history as
to what might represent a greater achievement than sending men to the moon and
bringing them home again. And to think that it happened in my lifetime!
Not only have I had a lifelong fascination with the stars
ever since reading about spaceflight as a child, and especially after an inspiring
school trip to the London Planetarium when I was 8, but I suppose Armstrong’s
small step showed me that, with effort and dedication, extraordinary things can
be done if you really want them to happen. With hindsight, the Apollo programme
was a typically crazy product of the Cold War – insanely expensive with no
proper plan to build on the achievement and mainly an attempt to get one up on
the Soviets – but one of its legacies is that it illustrated that mankind’s dreams
can become reality.
Don’t worry, I’m not mawkishly and childishly going to
suggest that I too am living my dream blah blah, nor that Armstrong achieved
stuff in some splendid godlike isolation (no hero does – they all have massive
teams at work behind them, notably in this case the US taxpayer), but just to say
that for me Neil Armstrong represents the achievable, however incredible, and
the aspiration to achieve it.
I never met him – he seems to have elected to live quite
isolated. But I met Buzz Aldrin, again through school. It was spellbinding to
listen to him and imagine being up there, too.
I still plan to get to the moon myself before I die. My
boots will be much nicer than Neil’s, though.
Sue x
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