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50<br />
The Way of the Explorer<br />
floated across the room. This wasn’t erroneous information flickering<br />
through the maze of electronics. No, the data was accurate, and something<br />
had gone terribly wrong.<br />
Within a few minutes we had identified the problem as an explosion of<br />
some sort in the service module. We all knew just how serious this was. Jim<br />
Lovell, Jack Swigert, and Fred Haise might not make it back alive. This<br />
was a very real possibility. Originally, they were headed for a rugged region<br />
of the moon called Fra Mauro, but a lunar landing was now a lost<br />
dream. The most we could hope for was getting them home before they<br />
depleted something they couldn’t live without.<br />
The training you have absorbed as a test pilot through the years automatically<br />
locks you into a peculiar pattern of thought and behavior during<br />
emergencies. You lose track of time. All that is on your mind is a series of<br />
the simplest declarative statements and questions you can possibly put to<br />
yourself. The craft is in trouble. What is the first thing to be done The<br />
second The third What will it take to solve this one miniscule problem<br />
No hand-wringing, no traces of panic. Silent prayers intersperse cool, even<br />
mental activity. The world becomes but an intellectual exercise; a friend’s<br />
life is not at stake. Or so it seems in the vacuum of time. As I watched the<br />
telemetry appear on the screen I knew Al, Stu, and I had been spared this<br />
horrible fate. The thought lingered in a shadowy apse at the back of my<br />
mind. What lay at the front for the next four days was how we were going<br />
to manipulate the machinery. Three lives depended on just how well and<br />
how quickly all of us on the ground team could troubleshoot and solve a<br />
thousand minuscule problems.<br />
Perhaps Stu, Al, and I prayed a little more fervently, as we knew just<br />
how easily it could have been us up there on the verge of freezing or<br />
expiring from carbon dioxide poisoning in a mortally wounded machine,<br />
headed into deep space at thousands of miles per hour. The stack of metal<br />
would become their sarcophagus, unless we could transform the lunar<br />
module Aquarius into a combination of lifeboat and auxiliary engine, and<br />
also keep the command module, Odyssey, alive to perform the reentry<br />
maneuver into the Earth’s atmosphere. The crew was 200,000 miles from<br />
home when the explosion occurred, and it was clear they would have to<br />
continue around the moon before returning. In space you cannot simply<br />
stop and turn around.<br />
The spacecraft was not on what is called a “free return trajectory,”<br />
which meant that a burn was required before going behind the moon in<br />
order to achieve a path that would properly intercept Earth three days<br />
later. However, it was evident that electrical power to control the SPS<br />
(Service Propulsion System) main engine had been damaged in the accident<br />
and couldn’t be used safely, if at all. If the burn wasn’t executed