My First Hero
Fifty years ago today, Apollo 1 caught fire during a training evolution, killing the three astronauts aboard, Virgil “Gus” Grissom, Ed White and Roger Chaffee.
If I remember correctly, at six years old, the space program was new and exciting. Maybe because my grandfather’s name was Gus, I considered Grissom my first hero and I recall hearing about the accident the next morning as news didn’t travel as fast back then, (and I went to bed before the nightly news).
Here is a very interesting story from The Washington Post: “We have a fire in the cockpit!”, The Apollo 1 disaster 50 years later.
Their deaths lead to safety procedures that allowed us to land on the moon and return safely to earth.
I have driven by The Grissom Air Museum several times, (Thats I-31 on the right margin of the picture on the link) but have never been able to stop. Driving by, back in December prompted me to do a little research and be ready for today’s anniversary.
May their sacrifice and memories be eternal.