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WE went to the moon

This Thursday, July 16th marks the 40th anniversary of the liftoff of Apollo 11. As most of you know, and some of you were lucky enough to witness, this was the mission that would take us 250,000 miles to the moon, put us in orbit and eventually travel the 60 nautical miles down to the surface. It is interesting to note how even today, most people relive the moon-landing story using the words “us” or “we” instead of “Neil,” “Buzz” or “Them.”

Because on that day, back in 1969, it was “US”.

Back in 1969 America made time for the Space Program. America understood its importance. America encouraged its success. And on July 20, 1969, if even for a brief moment, the whole world was united in that one courageous footstep.

Flocks of people lined Florida’s beaches just to get a glimpse of the immense rocket used to get from the Earth to the Moon.


Everyone was on fire about space; I wish I could have seen it.

It’s hard for us 30-somethings and 20-somethings to imagine the feeling America had during that fateful July. It is hard for us to imagine that much outward patriotism, that much passion, that much trust, that much hard work, that much sacrifice.

I would like to thank the men and women of Apollo for their unequaled passion. I would like to thank the government for their absolute support. I would like to thank the American people for their embrace of the United States’ greatest accomplishment.

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  1. Well said babe. Although it's interesting you wrote this today, not thursday.

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  3. I talked to your parents today and they gave me your blog address. We miss having you in the neighborhood, but you seem to be doing some pretty cool stuff. I really wish that I understood your language. You are awesome. Denise

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