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Redstone Arsenal: Walking in Dr. Wernher von Braun’s Footsteps

Today is a special day. On this day in 1969, we launched arguably the most advanced rocket the world has ever known, on one of the most complicated missions imagined, carrying three of the most motivated individuals of their era, and backed by an entire world full of onlookers ……..to the MOON.

Dr. Wernher von Braun’s dream was finally coming to fruition, and if you don’t know who Dr. von Braun is, its ok…you surely know his vision.

And on this, the 40th anniversary of the beginning of man’s greatest adventure, here I am—typing on my NASA computer at the place where Dr. von Braun’s dreams become reality…in the heart of Redstone Arsenal…in the middle of Alabama…in the epicenter of NASA’s existence. And how ironic, I am working on the next generation of spacecraft …the rockets that will return us….to the MOON. I can’t imagine anything better.

Every morning as I’m driving into work, I am reminded of Dr. von Braun and his brilliant team as the full-size Saturn V model comes into view, as I show my badge to get on the base and as I drive by those legendary Marshall buildings where history was engineered. Every morning I turn to Track 35 and listen to the Apollo 13 Theme music (it helps get me in the mood to design rockets!). Every day I interact with people who were a part of the greatest era in manned space flight and they appreciate my passion for the history they helped to create.

I feel absolutely honored to be here right now, and I want to thank everyone who encouraged me to follow my dream and Dr. von Braun who inspired me to push the limits and to keep asking even when faced with a “No”!


Happy Apollo 11 Liftoff Day Everyone!!!!

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