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Also I cannot understand why Grissom et al entered that capsule in the
first place if they knew it was to be pressurized with oxygen over 14.7 psi.
For example in a hospital no one is allowed to smoke in a room where
oxygen is in use. In this situation we have only a small section of a room
with tiny amounts of low pressure oxygen being used. Yet everyone seems
to know of the danger. Grissom was a test pilot and engineer while both
White and Chaffee had degrees in aeronautical engineering. Apparently
not one of them complained. Didn't anyone know about Calorimeter
Bombs Didn't NASA send them copies of the fire reports Or maybe no
one told them they were jacking up the pressure!
At 1745 hours (5:45 P.M.) Grissom was getting angry with the communication
people for a static filled on again-off again communication system.
At one point he ragged them "How do you expect to get us to the
moon if you people can't even hook us up with a ground station Get with
it out there. " 18
In the meantime around 6 P.M. Collins had to attend a general meeting
of the astronauts. Let Collins tell you about it in an incredible single paragraph:
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On Friday, January 27,1967, the astronaut office was very quiet and practically
deserted, in fact. Al Shepard, who ran the place, was off somewhere,
and so were all the old heads. But someone had to go to the
Friday staff meeting, Al's secretary pointed out, and I was the senior astronaut
present, so off I headed to Slayton's office, note pad in hand, to jot
down another week's worth of trivia. Deke wasn't there either, and in his
absence, Don Gregory, his assistant presided. We had just barely gotten
started when the red crash phone on Deke's desk rang. Don snatched it
up and listened impassively. The rest of us said nothing. Red phones were
a part of my life, and when they rang it was usually a communications test
or a warning of an aircraft accident or a plane aloft in trouble. After what
seemed like a very long time, Don finally hung up and said very quietly,
"Fire in the spacecraft." That's all he had to say. There was no doubt about
which spacecraft (012) or who was in it (Grissom, White, Chaffee) or
where (Pad 34 Cape Kennedy) or why (a final systems test) or what
(death, the quicker the better). All I could think of was My God, such an
obvious thing and yet we hadn't considered it. We worried about engines
that wouldn't start or wouldn't stop; we worried about leaks; we even worried
about how a flame front might propagate in weightlessness and how
cabin pressure might be reduced to stop a fire in space. But right here on
the ground, when we should have been most alert, we put three guys
inside an untried spacecraft, strapped them into couches, locked two
cumbersome hatches behind them, and left them no way of escaping a
fire. Oh yes, if a booster caught fire, down below, there were elaborate if
impractical, plans for escaping the holocaust by sliding down a wire, but
fire inside a spacecraft itself simply couldn't happen. Yet it had happened,