Yeah, that was somehow spilled into my YT feed a few days ago for some reason. Maybe because I watched some Animagraffs shortly before and generally have space stuff in my algorithm.
Binged it at once. What a great concept.
Also, I didn’t realize that the tape recordings of the loop where of such great quality. I legit thought that CAPCOM was an AI read of the transcripts.
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Highly recommend the podcast “13 Minutes to the Moon”. Season 2 is all about Apollo 13 and the recordings among crew, mission control, etc. feature prominently. It’s a really amazing podcast (as is Season 1 about Apollo 11). Can’t wait to dig into this. Thanks for sharing!
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I watched the whole thing yesterday while working. It is absolutely everything I wanted to know about Apollo 13.
I even learned some new stuff that I didn’t realize. like how little water they could drink. And how another tank in the lem ruptured causing them to spin later on.
The visuals were very helpful. It’s nuts what they went through
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Just an anecdote- We were living on Ford Island in Pearl Harbor in April of 1970. (I was 10) my dad’s ship was moored pierside and there was a carrier coming in, so he had to get out of the way and then tie up alongside the carrier. It wasn’t super unusual for his gig to pick him up at night.
What was super unusual was the Bat Phone ringing. (His special landline). And my mom answering. It’s like 11 pm. And we could hear her say/shriek “what do you mean get the kids up and get them dressed, (then she drops her “nuke”) It’s a School Night, Jack.” School nights were sacred. Not this night. Don’t know what dad said, but the three of us oldest got dressed and got picked up by the gig, super rare to be on that much less in the middle of the night.
Dad’s waiting for us at the dock and pretty soon we’re boarding that carrier (spoiler alert, it was the Iwo Jima) we are escorted down into the hangar bay.
It was empty but for the Apollo 13 capsule. And some armed guards. We had been glued to the TV throughout the saga and def knew what we were looking at. The hatch cover was held open and we got lifted up and got to put our heads in. I’ll never forget the smell, burned electronics and stinky men. We of course were forbidden from touching anything, but I’m sure you can still see where I wiped some of the soot off. There was no way I wasn’t touching that.
It was only going to be there a few hours. When we got home and told my mom what we saw, she got ahold of my dad and she got to see it too. School night be damned.
I spent the last 12 years of my career working for NASA. I knew that night that I was going to make that happen. (I’m female, no astronaut dreams)
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Yeah, that was somehow spilled into my YT feed a few days ago for some reason. Maybe because I watched some Animagraffs shortly before and generally have space stuff in my algorithm.
Binged it at once. What a great concept.
Also, I didn’t realize that the tape recordings of the loop where of such great quality. I legit thought that CAPCOM was an AI read of the transcripts.
Highly recommend the podcast “13 Minutes to the Moon”. Season 2 is all about Apollo 13 and the recordings among crew, mission control, etc. feature prominently. It’s a really amazing podcast (as is Season 1 about Apollo 11). Can’t wait to dig into this. Thanks for sharing!
I watched the whole thing yesterday while working. It is absolutely everything I wanted to know about Apollo 13.
I even learned some new stuff that I didn’t realize. like how little water they could drink. And how another tank in the lem ruptured causing them to spin later on.
The visuals were very helpful. It’s nuts what they went through
Just an anecdote- We were living on Ford Island in Pearl Harbor in April of 1970. (I was 10) my dad’s ship was moored pierside and there was a carrier coming in, so he had to get out of the way and then tie up alongside the carrier. It wasn’t super unusual for his gig to pick him up at night.
What was super unusual was the Bat Phone ringing. (His special landline). And my mom answering. It’s like 11 pm. And we could hear her say/shriek “what do you mean get the kids up and get them dressed, (then she drops her “nuke”) It’s a School Night, Jack.” School nights were sacred. Not this night. Don’t know what dad said, but the three of us oldest got dressed and got picked up by the gig, super rare to be on that much less in the middle of the night.
Dad’s waiting for us at the dock and pretty soon we’re boarding that carrier (spoiler alert, it was the Iwo Jima) we are escorted down into the hangar bay.
It was empty but for the Apollo 13 capsule. And some armed guards. We had been glued to the TV throughout the saga and def knew what we were looking at. The hatch cover was held open and we got lifted up and got to put our heads in. I’ll never forget the smell, burned electronics and stinky men. We of course were forbidden from touching anything, but I’m sure you can still see where I wiped some of the soot off. There was no way I wasn’t touching that.
It was only going to be there a few hours. When we got home and told my mom what we saw, she got ahold of my dad and she got to see it too. School night be damned.
I spent the last 12 years of my career working for NASA. I knew that night that I was going to make that happen. (I’m female, no astronaut dreams)