Some time back I was window shopping while waiting for the Disco to be serviced when I found a Lifeline shop with a second-hand book section. As usual I went straight to the hardback, older looking offers and found two classics. One, Rise up to Life, is a biography of Howard Walter Florey, an Aussie, who took Flemings discarded discovery of penicillin and developed it for every-day use and the other, Arthur C Clarke’s The Promise of Space.(1st edition, 1968)
The cost? $4.50 for the two.
In July, 1969 I was on exercise with the 7th Battalion in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. Training us to fight in the tropical jungles of Vietnam the Army had chosen the training ground well. It was bloody freezing.
I remember the night the Eagle landed as some of us gathered around the hand-set of an ANPRC 25 radio and listened to Astronauts Armstrong, Collins and Aldrin talking as they maneuvered in Moon orbit. When Neil Armstrong and ‘Buzz’ Aldrin actually landed I was manning a piquet post and couldn’t listen but from then I have taken a great interest in space.
I’m now reading Arthur C Clarke’s book and find it fascinating. Printed a full year before the famous July 69 Apollo moon landing he has the ability to make the technological leap of space travel understandable to us non ‘rocket scientist’ type punters.
As the fuelled up Saturn rocket sat on the pad at Cape Kennedy it weighed 3,000 tons, which is just a little bit lighter and about the same length as the current ANZAC Class frigates in service in the RAN. On lift-off 7,500,000 pounds of thrust lifted this frigate sized rocket vertical, consuming fuel at 15 tons per second with the fuel pumps generating a total of 3,000 hp. As Clarke says, 3,000 hp is twice the power of the largest ocean liner (circa 1960s).
Well I find that fascinating.
Yesterday we were all agog at the Airbus 380 making her inaugural flight. With her Rolls Royce and GE/Pratt & Whitney engines expected to produce 75,000 pounds of thrust, a mere tenth of Saturn V, she is the peak of today’s aeronautical engineering and yet a Sopwith Camel by comparison.
None of my children were born when the Eagle landed but I’m sure, in due course, one of them, or even my wife and myself, will fly Airbus. I note that Qantas has put in an order for several so the chances are we will be sitting in an aircraft designed to carry up to 800 passengers that Qantas has cunningly re-engineered to carry 900 in abject discomfort.
And if I do fly, I will reflect that I’m doing so in less seat space than Armstrong, Collins and Aldrin had, in an aircraft carrying less fuel that feeds smaller engines, albeit with a virtual guarantee of landing safely.
Brave men and exciting times. The Apollo success will stand forever as a tribute to engineering, science, courage and man’s ability to realize dreams.