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Sea of Grass 35<br />
were required to push the state-of-the art in surveillance. But a manned<br />
orbiting laboratory was still just a wild idea in the public consciousness.<br />
After a year and a half of hard work, I realized that mere management<br />
skills would not take me any closer to that chalky white world in the heavens.<br />
Astronaut candidates for the Manned Orbiting Laboratory (MOL)<br />
had been picked mostly from the ranks of Air Force test pilots. The only<br />
two Navy men selected were hot fighter pilots considerably younger than<br />
myself. 1 I knew that if my training was lacking in any one element to a<br />
degree that could keep me from going to the moon, it was the lack of time<br />
I had spent in recent years flying operational jet aircraft. I prevailed upon<br />
Jack Van Ness to help me get assigned to the Aerospace Research Pilots<br />
School at Edwards Air Force Base in the Mojave Desert, which was then<br />
headed up by none other than the legendary Chuck Yeager.<br />
Here there was an endless list of exotic flight programs. This was the<br />
place where the most audacious aircraft in the world were flown to their<br />
very limits every day, and to be invited into the astronaut corps, it didn’t<br />
hurt to be a part of this exclusive fraternity of pilots. Even better, my<br />
family could remain in Los Angeles, while I commuted to and from the<br />
base on weekends. My children could stay in the same schools for a change,<br />
and Louise could make herself more of a home.<br />
The test pilot school at Edwards had recently added a space training<br />
curriculum. These were transitional days for those in the testing fraternity,<br />
as there had been words between the older stick-and-rudder pilots and<br />
those of the new technological hybrid that would be needed not only for<br />
computer-aided flight in aircraft, but also for missions into deep space.<br />
Old-school pilots, great as they were, clung to the integrity of aircraft with<br />
mechanical aerodynamic controls that performed by reacting to the forces<br />
of nature within the atmosphere. Now here came these new pilots who<br />
aspired to one day “fly” beyond the atmosphere altogether. They would<br />
one day command wingless machines with computerized controls designed<br />
to move through regions where there was no air, no up or down, machines<br />
that would fall like a manhole cover in the Earth’s atmosphere. Though<br />
Yeager commanded and taught these aspiring astronauts the fundamentals<br />
of experimental flight, he himself didn’t want anything to do with the<br />
space program directly. The traditional culture at Edwards was a most<br />
romantic and masculine one centered around flying faster and higher,<br />
drinking more and longer, and carousing; being the best by getting the job<br />
done right no matter what—and of course, surviving. The myth that astronauts<br />
were little more than trained chimpanzees had swept through the<br />
base a few years before, but by the time I arrived, all this was beginning to<br />
change.